Take your face off these premises."
Mr. Letts, scratching his head, looked vaguely round the room.
"Go on!" vociferated Mr. Green. "Or will you have the police to put you
out?"
Mr. Letts cleared his throat and moved towards the door. "You stick up
for your rights, my girl," he said, turning to Betty. "If he don't treat
your mother well, give him back his kitchen chair and his three
stair-rods and pack him off."
"Henry," said Mr. Green, with dangerous calm, "go and fetch a policeman."
"I'm going," said Mr. Letts, hastily. "Good-by, Betty; good-by, mother.
I sha'n't be long. I'm only going as far as the post-office. And that
reminds me. I've been talking so much that I quite forget to tell you
that Betty and me were married yesterday morning."
He nodded pleasantly at the stupefied Mr. Green, and, turning to Mr.
Widden, gave him a friendly dig in the ribs with his finger.
"What's mine is Betty's," he said, in a clear voice, "and what's Betty's
is MINE! D'ye understand, step-father?"
He stepped over to Mrs. Green, and putting a strong arm around her raised
her to her feet. "And what's mine is mother's," he concluded, and,
helping her across the room, placed her in the best arm-chair.
[Illustration: "What's mine is mother's."]
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