“I tell the truth about him,” said the old man, disgusted. “Had he treated me as he has Henry, I would make him suffer.”
Mrs. Brackett was white with anger, but she did not dare to show it.
“Come into the house, Tommy,” she said. “It seems you have no friends but your mother. Even your grandpa turns against you.”
“I thank Heaven he is not my grandson!” said Mr. Dodge, after mother and child had left the scene. “Henry, don’t let that little rascal impose upon you, or his mother either.”
“I won’t, sir,” assured Andy, firmly.
From that moment Mrs. Brackett positively hated Andy, and anxiously sought for some means of revenge.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
MR. BRACKETT’S DIPLOMACY.
Mrs. Brackett took the earliest opportunity of informing her husband of the way in which Andy had abused poor Tommy, but he did not enter wholly into her feeling of resentment, not being quite so blind to the faults of his oldest cherub as Tommy’s mother.
He was still more disinclined to move in the matter when he learned that his father-in-law had taken Andy’s part.