"I want to run things here for a few minutes," he said. "When the children
finish, put them to bed, and then let me tell you, and you can decide what
you'll do to me."
"Well, don't you worry about that," said Peter.
"No I won't," said Junior, "because there's nothing you can do that will
be half I deserve."
When the little folks were asleep, and Mickey had helped Mrs. Harding
finish the work, and Jud Jason had been paid five dollars for his contract
and had gone home, Junior lay in the hammock on the front porch, while his
father, mother and Mickey sat close. When he started to speak Peter said:
"Now Junior, wait a minute! You've been gone a week, and during that time
I've used my brains more than I ever did in a like period, even when I was
courting your Ma, and the subject I laboured on was what took you away
from us. I've found out why you were not satisfied, and who made you
dissatisfied. The guilty party is Peter Harding, aided and abetted by one
Nancy Harding, otherwise known as Ma----"
"Why father!" interrupted Junior.
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