"Where? In a shoe shop?"
"No. Mr. Tubbs, a grocer in the village, has agreed to take him."
"That's a good arrangement. He hasn't any money, and ought to work for a living like that Holman boy I met."
"Did you meet John Holman?"
"Yes. Who is he?"
"His mother is one of my tenants; but if she doesn't pay a month's rent on Monday I shall turn her out."
"That's right, mother. Business is business. I wish I were going to sleep in that large room to-night."
"You shall go into it to-morrow."
"I expect Gerald will make a fuss," chuckled Abel.
"No doubt he will."