"No, I don't."
"He wouldn't put us out in the street, would he?"
"Look here, Mark Manning, I see what you are at. You want to impose on my father's good nature. I shall warn him of your plan."
"Just as you please, James."
The result was that Squire Collins, sharing to some extent his son's apprehensions, made a call that same evening at the cottage. All the family were at home.
After the usual greetings were over, the squire said:
"I suppose, Mrs. Manning, you will be ready to move on Saturday?"
"Suppose my mother can't get a house," suggested Mark.
"She must find a house," said the squire, severely. "She has had time enough to find one. You mustn't blame me if I say that move you must on Saturday."
"You need have no anxiety, Squire Collins," said Mrs. Manning, with dignity. "I intend to move on that day."