"Are you not afraid of setting the bedding on fire, sir?"
"Mind your own business. If I choose to set it on fire, I will," snarled Mills.
"Very well, sir; I thought I'd mention it."
"You have mentioned it, and you needn't do it again."
"What a sweet temper you've got!" thought Frank.
He sat down on a broken chair, and, having nothing else to do, watched his employer. "He looks very much as if he could see," thought Frank; for Mills now had his eyes wide open.
"What are you staring at me for, boy?" demanded his employer, rather unexpectedly.
"What makes you think I am staring at you, sir?" was Frank's natural question. "I thought you couldn't see."
"No more I can, but I can tell when one is staring at me. It makes me creep all over."
"Then I'll look somewhere else."