Tom by this time was out of patience.
"Go and tell your master that I wish to see him," he said firmly.
"I've a great mind to slam the door in your face," returned Bridget angrily.
"I wouldn't advise you to," said Tom calmly.
A stop was put to the contention by an irritable voice.
"What's all this, hey? Who's at the door, Bridget?"
"A boy wid berries, sir."
"Tell him I don't want any."
"I have told him, and he won't go."
"Won't go, hey?" and Squire Hudson came out into the hall. "What's all this, I say? Won't go?"