For half a minute the room seemed to
whirl around with him. Then be pulled
himself together and said:
“Mrs. Bowser, I do not want the gossip
of a divorce suit, but it seems to me
that”
“If you are dissatisfied, you can file a bill
tomorrow!” she interrupted, with an inde
pendent toss of her head.
He sat and looked at her with open
mouth. He rubbed his eyes and looked
again, and he wondered to himself if it
was Jill a dream. His voice sounded strange
to his own ears, as he finally said:
“Mrs. Bowser, it has always pained me
to be obliged to speak of the way this
house is run. but I have felt it to be my
duty Jis a husband to do”
“This bouse has been run well enough ,
to suit me!” she interrupted in icy tones.
“If it hadn't been, 1 should have got out
of it long ago! Don't you like my man
agement, Mr. Bowser?”
His face was as white as flour, and his
hair was trying to stand up, and he could
only stare at her.
“There are several little things 1 want to
speak to you about,” she continued, as she
rocked to and fro. “You have no business
poking your nose into the kitchen, for in
stance. When I can’t oversee the help down
there I'll give you due notice and let you
try your hand. And I don’t want this
kicking and fault finding about the meals.
