"I order you to stay
here and tell of the fighting. Tell about the French boy who wouldn't show
where the troops were."
"Oh, I am to take orders from you, am I?" queried Mr. Tower. "All right!
Pay my salary and give me the money to buy our lunch!"
James stood thinking a second. "I have all the money I want," he said. "I
go to Mrs. Ranger for my money. Mother always makes her give me what I ask
for."
"You have forgotten that you have moved, and brought only yourselves,"
said Mr. Tower. "Your mother and the money are gone. Your father pays the
bills now, and if you'll watch sharp, you'll see that things have changed
since this time yesterday. Every one pays all the attention there is to
_father_ now. What we have, and do, and want, must come from him, and as
it's a big contract, and he's needed to help manage this city, we'd better
begin thinking about father, and taking care of him as much as we can. Now
we are to obey him. Come on William. It's lunch time, and I'm hungry."
The boys climbed into the car without a word, and before it had gone a
mile Malcolm slipped against the tutor and shortly thereafter James slid
to the floor, tired to insensibility and sound asleep.
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