The visitor opened the door and entered.
"Who are you?" asked the old lady in alarm.
"Don't you know me, Aunt Jane?" replied the intruder. "I'm Jack Minton, your nephew."
"I don't want to see you—go away!" cried Mrs. Mack.
"That's a pretty way to receive your own sister's son, whom you haven't seen for five years."
"I haven't seen you because you've been in jail," retorted his aunt in a shrill voice.
"Yes, I was took for another man," said Jack. "He stole and laid it off on to me."
"I don't care how it was, but I don't want to see you. Go away."
"Look here, Aunt Jane, you're treating me awful mean. I'm your own orphan nephew, and you ought to make much of me."
"An orphan—yes. You hurried your poor mother to the grave by your bad conduct," said Mrs. Mack with some emotion. "You won't find me so soft as she was."