“I suppose there was no one else in the family?”
“Yes, there was an old gentleman—a nice old man, he was! I wouldn’t have minded workin’ for him. He always had a good word for me, but old Brackett and his wife was scoldin’ all the time.”
“What was the name of the old man?”
“Mr. Dodge. I guess it’s he that owns the property; but Lor’! he don’t have anything to say about it. Brackett and his wife have things all their own way.”
“How long were you working for Mr. Brackett?”
“About six weeks.”
“I suppose he paid you well?”
“Paid me well!” repeated Peter, scornfully. “How much do you calc’late he paid me?”
“About two dollars a week,” said Andy, demurely.
Peter burst into a scornful laugh.