"The gentleman who rents my house," Susan replied, her face turned from Gertrude.
"What is he for ever coming here for?"
"He came to tell me that there were some screws loose in a door-hinge," Susan answered.
"For pity's sake!" exclaimed Gertrude. "That's a great thing to come bothering about! Why didn't he get a screw-driver and screw up the screws?"
"It's my place to keep the house in order," said Susan.
"The report of things out of order usually sets landlords in a feaze, but you keep as serene as the moon with your tenant's complaints. He's always finding something out of order, which seems strange, considering that the house is brand-new."
Not many days after Gertrude had occasion to repeat her question to Susan: "Who was it called?"
She received the reply she was expecting: "The man who rents my house."
"Indeed! What's the matter now? another screw loose?" Gertrude asked.
"He wanted to suggest an alteration in the pantry."