My sister had been standing silent in the yard, within hearing, — she was a most unscrupulous spy and listener, — and she instantly looked in at one of the windows.
“Like you, you fool!” said she to Joe, “giving holidays to great idle hulkers like that.
You are a rich man, upon my life, to waste wages in that way. I wish I was his master!”
“You'd be everybody's master, if you durst,” retorted Orlick, with an ill-favored grin.
(“Let her alone,” said Joe.)
“I'd be a match for all noodles and all rogues,” returned my sister, beginning to work herself into a mighty rage. “And I