"Look here, Nahum Beals," he said, "you're in my house, but I ain't goin' to stand no such talk as that, I can tell you." John Sargent laid a pacifically detaining hand on Nahum Beals's arm as he strode past him.

"Oh, Lord, stop rampagin' up and down like a wildcat," he said.

"What good do you think you're doin' tearin' and shoutin' and insultin' people?
He ain't talkin' like a scab, he's only talkin' a tie to your string-piece." "That's so," said Joseph Atkins.

Sargent boarded with him, and the board money was a godsend to him, now he was out of work.

John Sargent had fixed his own price, and it was an unheard-of one for such simple fare as he had.