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 ity”—Rilla was killingly sarcastic—“any longer. And I shall pay you amply for the food we have eaten and the night’s lodging I have taken.”

The black-and-white apparition went through the motion of clapping her hands, but not a sound did she make. Perhaps Mr. Chapley was cowed by Rilla’s tone—or perhaps he was appeased at the prospect of payment; at all events, he spoke more civilly.

“Well, that’s fair. If you pay up it’s all right.”

“She shall do no such thing as pay you,” said Madam Black-and-White in a surprisingly clear, resolute, authoritative tone of voice. “If you haven't got any shame for yourself, Robert Chapley, you've got a mother-in-law who can be ashamed for you. No strangers shall be charged for food and lodging in any house where Mrs. Matilda Pitman lives. Remember that, though I may have come down in the world, I haven’t quite forgot all decency for all that. I knew you was a skinflint when Amelia married you, and you’ve made her as bad as yourself. But Mrs. Matilda Pitman has been boss for a long time, and Mrs. Matilda Pitman will remain boss. Here you, Robert Chapley, take yourself out of here and let that girl get dressed. And you, Amelia, go downstairs and cook a breakfast for her.”

Never, in all her life, had Rilla seen anything like the abject meekness with which those two big people obeyed that mite. They went without word or look of protest. As the door closed behind them Mrs. Matilda Pitman laughed silently, and rocked from side to side in her merriment.

“Ain't it funny?” she said. “I mostly lets them