"I know you won't," he replied in a softer voice, "but I'd rather earn the money myself!"
Mrs. MacDermott tightened her mouth. "Very well," she said.
"I've a good mind to let the flat till you come back," John murmured to Eleanor.
"What's that?" Mrs. MacDermott demanded.
"I was saying I'd a good mind to let the flat until she comes back. I could go to Miss Squibb's for a while. It 'ud really be cheaper!..."
"Would you let strangers walk into your house and use your furniture?"
"Yes. Why not? We shall be able to pay the rent and have a profit out of what we shall get for sub-letting it."
"Making a hotel out of your home," Mrs. MacDermott said in disgust.
"Och, we're not all home-mad," John retorted.
"That's the pity," his mother rejoined.