totters,
sways and falls. The home is wrecked and sorrow and dissention come.
Dissention leads to misunderstanding and divorce. That is why I am
strict. That is why I refuse to let two strangers wreck our whole
lives by ignoring the Domestic Tariff. If they do not like the laws
of our little Commonwealth, they can go. The door is open!"

"Thomas Fenelby," said his wife, "I think you are horrid! I never
knew anything so unhospitable in my life. It isn't as if no one in
this house ever broke that tariff law except Kitty and Billy; you
haven't explained about that box--"

Mr. Fenelby reddened and he looked at his wife sternly.

"Do you mean the box I found hidden under the eaves in the attic,
addressed to you, my dear?" he asked with cutting sweetness, and
Mrs. Fenelby, in turn, grew red and gasped.

"You are mean!" she exclaimed. "I think you are not--not nice to go
poking around under eaves and things, trying to find some blame to
throw up to your wife! I wish you had never thought of your horrid
tariff, and--and--"

She put her handkerchief to her eyes, and a minute later went out of
the room and up the stairs. Mr. Fenelby heard her cross the floor
above him, and heard the creaking of the bed as she threw herself
upon it. He looked sternly out of the dining room window awhile.
Never, never had his wife spoken such words to him before. If she
wished to act so it was very well--she should be taught a lesson.
She was vexed because she had been caught in a palpable case of
smuggling herself. Now he--

He arose and took Bobberts' bank from the mantel; from his pocket he
drew a small collection of loose change and one or two small bills,
and saving out one dime he fed the rest into Bobberts' bank. For a
few more minutes he looked gloomily from the window, and then he
went gloomily forth and dropped into the hammock.

With cautious steps Billy Fenelby stole down the stairs and bending
over the rail looked into the dining room. It was empty, and he
tip-toed down the rest of the way and, glancing from side to side
like one fearing discovery, dropped a handful of loose coins into
Bobberts' bank. As he ascended the stairs his face wore the look of
a man who is square with the world.

As she heard the door close upon him when he entered his room Mrs.
Fenelby rose from her bed and wiped her eyes. She took her purse
from the dresser and opened it, then paused for she heard a door
opening slowly. She heard light steps cross