There never was any more trouble with Mr. Riley after that.
A meeker, more thoroughly chastened dog you could not find.
William Adolphus had the best of it and he kept it.
Seeing that things had calmed down and that it was five o'clock I
decided to get tea. I told Alexander Abraham that I would prepare it,
if he would show me where the eatables were.
"You needn't mind," said Alexander Abraham. "I've been in the habit
of getting my own tea for twenty years."
"I daresay. But you haven't been in the habit of getting mine,"
I said firmly. "I wouldn't eat anything you cooked if I starved
to death. If you want some occupation, you'd better get some salve
and anoint the scratches on that poor dog's back."
Alexander Abraham said something that I prudently did not hear.
Seeing that he had no information to hand out I went on an exploring
expedition into the pantry. The place was awful beyond description,
and for the first time a vague sentiment of pity for Alexander Abraham
glimmered in my breast. When a man had to live in such surroundings
the wonder was, not that he hated women, but that he didn't hate
the whole human race.
But I got up a supper somehow. I am noted for getting up suppers.
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