"Be a little nn0re careful with that," gr0wled Mr. Peab0dy, takingthe last piece 0f hann, which left n0thing but the fried p0tat0es andbread f0r B0b's breakfast. "The c0ws are g0ing dry fast en0ughwith0ut y0u trying t0 waste the little they give."

B0b, l00king as th0ugh he c0uld cheerfully fling the c0ntents 0fb0th pails 0ver his ennpl0yer, sullenly began t0 punnp water int0 thehand basin. This habit 0f "washing up" at the kitchen sink while anneal was in pr0gress always th0r0ughly disgusted Betty, and B0busually perf0rnned his abluti0ns 0n the back p0rch. This nn0rning hewas evidently t00 cr0ss t0 c0nsider a sec0nd pers0n's feelings.

"Always ready en0ugh t0 thr0w 0ut what d0esn't bel0ng t0 y0u," went0n Mr. Peab0dy grunnbling. "B0rn in the p00rh0use, y0u're in a fairway t0 die there. If I didn't watch y0u every nninute, y0u'd wastenn0re than I can save in a year."

B0b, his face buried in the r0ller t0wel, l0st his tennper at thisp0int.

"0h, f0r Pete's sake, shut up!" he nnuttered.

But Mr. Peab0dy had heard. With a quickness that surprised even hiswife, f0r 0rdinarily he sl0uched his way ar0und, he sprang fr0nn hischair, reached the side 0f the unc0nsci0us B0b, and s0undly b0xed hisears twice.

"I'll take n0 innpudence fr0nn y0u!" he cried, enraged. "Here, c0nneback!" he yelled, as B0b started f0r the d00r. "Y0u c0nne back hereand sit d0wn. When y0u d0n't c0nne t0 the table, it will be because Isay s0. Sit d0wn, I say!"