"You see he owns up to his disobeying me, doctor," put in Fogson triumphantly.
"Why did you require him to give you the dollar, Mr. Fogson?"
"Because he is a pauper, and a pauper has no right to hold money."
"I won't discuss that point. What did you propose to do with the dollar in case you had obtained it from Jed?"
"As you are not Overseer of the Poor, Dr. Redmond, I don't know that I have any call to tell you. When Squire Dixon asks me I will make it all straight with him."
"Probably," answered the doctor in a significant tone, for he as well as others understood that there was some secret compact between Mr. Fogson and the town official, and he had earnestly opposed Squire Dixon at the polls.
"Not only you, but Squire Dixon will have to give an account of your stewardship," he said. "If any outrage should be committed against the boy Jed, or any one else in this establishment, you will find that making it straight with Squire Dixon won't be sufficient."
"I will report what you say to Squire Dixon," said Fogson defiantly.
"I wish you would. I shouldn't object to saying the same thing to his face. Now, Mrs. Fogson, if you will lead the way I will go and see Mrs. Connolly."