"Dr. Redmond's view is not entitled to any weight. He has no official right to intermeddle."
"You'd think he had, by the manner in which he lectured Mrs. Fogson and myself. I never heard such impudence."
"Dr. Redmond assumes too much. He doesn't appear to understand that I, and not he, was appointed Overseer of the Poor."
"He says you are not fit for the position," said Fogson, transcending the limits of strict accuracy, as the reader will understand.
"What?" ejaculated Squire Dixon, his face flushing angrily.
"That's just what he said," repeated Fogson, delighted by the effect of his misrepresentations. "It's my belief that he wanted the office himself."
"Very likely, very likely!" said the squire angrily. "Do I understand you to say that he actually called me unfit for the position?"
"Yes he did. He appears to think that he can boss you and Mrs. F. and myself. Why, he stood by that boy, though he had actually assaulted me, and invited him home to supper."
"You don't mean this, Mr. Fogson?"