His face and voice were alike subdued as he shook hands. I asked after Mr. and Mrs. Westerbrook.
“They are both well, for anything I know,” he answered. “The N. D. Farm is no longer my home, Johnny.”
Had he told me the Manor was no longer mine, I could not have been more surprised.
“Why, how is that, Fred?”
“They have turned me out of it.”
“What—this morning?”
“This morning—no. Two months ago.”
“And why? I never thought it would come to that.”
“Because they wanted to get rid of me, that’s why. Gisby has been the prime mover in it—the chief snake in the grass. He is worse than she is.”
“And what are you doing?”