"I suppose so."
"I don't think I shall like him."
"Why not?" Gerald asked.
"He looks disagreeable. Do you like him?"
"I haven't made up my mind. He only came yesterday. We must give him a chance."
Toward evening Mrs. Lane said:
"Gerald, I am going to transfer you to the small room, and give your present room to Abel."
Gerald had a good temper ordinarily, but his eyes flashed with indignation.
"Why is this, Mrs. Lane?" he demanded.
"I don't acknowledge your right to question or criticise my arrangements," said his stepmother, coldly.