"I'd like it first-rate."
"Well, I'll hurry and get through with my work. Do you want a piece of custard pie?"
"I don't want to eat anything, my head aches so."
[CHAPTER III.]
THE LIE FOUND OUT.
"THE moment I can leave work, I'll go to the shop, and have a talk with John," said Mr. Monroe, after they had for some time been seated at the table.
"No, I wouldn't," mildly said his wife. "I'm going to have a talk with Henry. It would be a great deal better to get him to confess."
"Henry is growing to be a bad boy. I wish they didn't live so near. Sometimes I think we shall have to sell our place. I don't want Ernest to associate with such a boy. Then everything that's lost or out of place is laid to our child, whether he ever saw it or not. I'm sick of living so."
"We cannot move away from trials, let us go where we will," was the pleasant reply. "Generally John is a good neighbor, and his wife I love dearly. Besides, Henry is unfortunate in being so afraid of his father, and would be worse than he is, if it wasn't for Ernest."
By this time, Mr. Monroe had finished his second piece of custard pie, and rose from the table with a smile, saying,—