What can it matter to you if I take them ?" He hesitated for an instant, embarrassed by the piercing glance she fixed upon him.

"Why--why--" stammered he, "because you go and tell everyone that you keep me, that you wash and mend.

Well! It worries me, there! Attend to your own business and I'll attend to mine, washerwomen don't work for dogs." She supplicated, she protested she had never complained; but he roughly closed the trunk and sat down upon it, saying, "No!" to her face.

He could surely do as he liked with what belonged to him! Then, to escape from the inquiring looks she leveled at him, he went and laid down on the bed again, saying that he was sleepy, and requesting her not to make his head ache with any more of her row.

This time indeed, he seemed to fall asleep.