the stairs and to the front door. He unlocked it quickly.
At the end of the graveled walk, just turning into the street was old Dorsett. He waved a hammer in his hand malignantly as he noticed Frank.
"We'll see if I am to have free range of my own premises," he shouted. "Young man, you get your traps out of here within the time limit of the law, or I'll throw you into the street, bag and baggage."
Frank saw that Dorsett had just nailed a square white sheet of paper across the door panel. He stood reading it over as his mother came out onto the porch.
"Was that Mr. Dorsett, Frank?" she inquired.
"Yes, some more of his friendly work."
"What is it, Frank?"
"A five-days' notice to quit," answered Frank. Mrs. Ismond scanned the legal document with a pale and troubled face. Frank affected unconcern and indifference.
"Don't let that worry you, mother," he said, leading her back into the house.
"But, Frank, he can put us out!"
"If we stay to let him, probably. The law he has invoked to rob us, may also enable him to evict us, mother, but he won't win in the end. You say
