"Did she, miss? Then perhaps you'll prove it. She never paid me; nor more she didn't Betsy. There's three months owing to you, isn't there, Betsy?"
"That there is."
"And so there is to you, isn't there, Harris?"
"Well--I don't know that it's quite three months."
"Why, you told me yourself as how it was."
Harris tilted his hat on one side and scratched his head as if to jog his memory.
"Well--it might be."
At this Dick fired up.
"It's all a pack of lies! I'm sure that my mother paid you your wages as they fell due, and that you're trying to cheat us."
Then it was cook's turn.