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p a straight face!" "H'sh!" commanded Mr. Todd, sternly, as the street-door was heard to open. "Be'ave yourself. As I was saying, the thing we've got to consider about this strike----" The door opened, and six ladies, headed by Mrs. Porter, entered the room in single file and ranged themselves silently along the wall. "Strike," proceeded Mr. Todd, who found himself gazing uneasily into the eyes of Mrs. Gorman----"strike--er--strike----" "He said that before," said a stout lady, in a loud whisper; "I'm sure he did." "Is," continued Mr. Todd, "that we have got to keep this--this--er--" "Strike," prompted the same voice. Mr. Todd paused, and, wiping his mouth with a red pocket-handkerchief, sat staring straight before him. "I move," said Mrs. Evans, her sharp features twitching with excitement, "that Mrs. Gorman takes the chair." "'Ow can I take it when he's sitting in it?" demanded that lady. "She's a lady that knows what she wants and how to get it," pursued Mrs. Evans, unheeding. "She understands men--" "I've buried two 'usbands," murmured Mrs. Gorman, nodding. "And how to manage them," continued Mrs. Evans. "I move that Mrs. Gorman takes the chair. Those in favour--" Mr. Todd, leaning back in his chair and gripping the arms, gazed defiantly at a row of palms. "Carried unanimously!" snapped Mrs. Evans. Mrs. Gorman, tall and bony, advanced and stood over Mr. Todd. Strong men held their breath. "It's my chair," she said, gruffly. "I've been moved into it." "Possession," said Mr. Todd, in as firm a voice as he could manage, "is nine points of the law. I'm here and--" Mrs. Gorman turned, and, without the slightest warning, sat down suddenly and heavily in his lap. A hum of admiration greeted the achievement. "Get up!" shouted the horrified Mr. Todd. "Get up!" Mrs. Gorman settled herself more firmly. "Let me get up," said Mr. Todd, panting. Mrs. Gorman rose, but remained in a hovering position, between which and the chair Mr. Todd, flushed and dishevelled, extricated himself in all haste. A shrill titter of laughter and a clapping of hands greeted his appearance. He turned furiously on the pallid Mr. Porter. "What d'you mean by it?" he demanded. "Are you the master, or ain't you? A man what can't keep order in his own house ain't fit to be called a man. If my wife was carrying on like this----" "I wish I was your wife," said Mrs. Gorman, moistening her
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