"No, I'm not," answered Katy, promptly.
"You are a servant in my house."
"No, I'm not. The house don't belong to you at all, sir. It belongs to my mistress and Master Frank."
"That's the same thing. According to the law, I am in control of their property," said Mr. Craven, resolved upon a master-stroke which, he felt confident, would overwhelm his adversary. "After the great impropriety of which you have been guilty this afternoon, I discharge you from my employment."
"You discharge me!" exclaimed Katy, with incredulous scorn.
"I discharge you, and I desire you to leave the house to-morrow."
"You discharge me!" repeated Katy, with a ringing laugh. "That's a good one."
Mr. Craven's cadaverous face colored with anger.
"If you don't go quietly, I'll help you out," he added, incautiously.
"Come on, then," said Katy, assuming a warlike attitude. "Come on, then, and we'll see whether you can put out Katy O'Grady."