“You bet, she’s firm. She don’t allow no boy to boss her.”
“Really, this boy is a curiosity,” said Reuben Ashcroft to himself. “He doesn’t excel in the amiable and attractive qualities. He has a sort of brutal frankness which can’t keep a secret.”
“How did you and Carl get along together?” he asked, aloud.
“We didn’t get along at all. He wanted to boss me, and ma and I wouldn’t have it.”
“So the upshot was that he had to leave the house and you remained?”
“Yes, that’s the way of it,” said Peter, laughing.
“And Carl was actually sent out to earn his own living without help of any kind from his father?”
“Yes.”
“What is he doing?” asked Ashcroft, in some excitement. “Good heavens! he may have suffered from hunger.”
“Are you a friend of his?” asked Peter, sharply.