is'll teach you to valyer a good home when you got one. You'll
deserve to find the next one different."

She almost shrieked: "You're not going to turn me out?"

"Well, what does it look as if I was doin'?"

"I won't go! I won't go! Where _can_ I go?"

"What I'm doin' 'll help you to find out."

He had her now in the entry, where in spite of her struggles he had no
difficulty in unlocking the door, pushing her out, and relocking the
door behind her.

"Lemme in! Lemme in! Oh, _please_, lemme in!"

He stood in the middle of the living-room, listening with pleasure and
smiling his brigand's smile. He was not as bad as you might think. He
did mean to let her in eventually. His smile and his pleasure sprang
purely from the fact that his lesson was so successful. With this in
her mind, she wouldn't withstand him a second time.

She rattled the door by the handle. She beat upon the panels. She
implored.

Still smiling, he filled his pipe. Let her keep it up. It would do her
good. He remembered that once when he had turned her mother out at
night, she had sat on the steps till he let her in at dawn before the
police looked round that way. History would repeat itself. The
daughter would do the same. He was only giving her the lesson she
deserved.

Meanwhile she was experiencing a new sensation, that of outrage. For
the first time in her life she was swept by pride in revolt. She
hadn't known that any such emotion could get hold of her. As a matter
of fact she hadn't known that so strong a support to the inner man lay
within the depths of human nature. Accustomed to being cowed, she had
hardly understood that there was any other way to feel. Only within a
day or two had something which you or I would have called spirit, but
for which she had no name, disturbed her with unexpected flashes, like
those of summer lightning.

While waiting for the camera, for instance, in the street scene in
"The Man with the Emerald Eye," a "fresh thing" had said, with a wink
at her companions, "Say, did you copy that suit from a pattern in
_Chic?_"

Letty had so carefully minded her own business and tried to be nice to
every one that the titter which went round at her expense hurt her
with a wound impelling her to reply, "No; I ordered it at Margot's.
You look as if you got your things there too, don't you?"
Nevertheless, she was so stung by the sarcasm that the commendation
she overheard later, that the Gravely kid had a tongue, did