Mrs. Mudge was in one of her crusty moods.
“You can't see him,” said she.
“And why not?” said Ben, resolutely.
“Because he's busy.”
“You'd better let me see him,” said Ben, sturdily.
“I should like to know what's going to happen if I don't,” said Mrs. Mudge, with wrathful eyes, and arms akimbo.
“I shall go home and report to my father,” said Ben, coolly.
“Who is your father?” asked Mrs. Mudge, for she did not recognize her visitor.
“My father's name is Newcome—Squire Newcome, some call him.”
Now it so happened that Squire Newcome was Chairman of the Overseers of the Poor, and in that capacity might remove Mr. Mudge from office if he pleased. Accordingly Mrs. Mudge softened down at once, on learning that Ben was his son.