"So THAT is what you were doing in that box alone!" he exclaimed. "You
incomprehensable child! Why didn't you tell your mother?"
"Mother does not always understand," I said, in a low voice. "I thought,
by buying a Box, I would do my part to help Miss Everett's couzin's play
suceed. And as a result I was draged home, and shamefully treated in the
most mortafying maner. But I am acustomed to brutalaty."
"Oh, come now," he said. "I wouldn't go as far as that, chicken. Well, I
won't finanse the play, but short of that I'll do what I can."
However he was not so agreable when I told him Carter Brooks' plan. He
delivered a firm no.
"Although," he said, "sombody ought to do it, and show the falasy of
the Play. In the first place, the world doesn't owe the fellow a
living, unless he will hustel around and make it. In the second place
an employer has a right to turn away a man he doesn't want. No one can
force Capitle to employ Labor."
"Well," I said, "as long as Labor talks and makes a lot of noise, and
Capitle is to dignafied to say anything, most people are going to side
with Labor."
He gazed at me.
"Right!" he said. "You've put your finger on it, in true femanine
fashion."
"Then why won't you throw out this man when he comes to you for Work? He
intends to force you to employ him."
"Oh, he does, does he?" said father, in a feirce voice. "Well, let him
come. I can stand up for my Principals, to. I'll throw him out, all
right."
Dear Dairy, the battle is over and I have won.
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