"I am not authorized to speak for them." "Oh, indeed! And perhaps you're not authorized to speak for yourself ?" "Father, you know we don't agree about these things.

I'd rather not talk--" "But I'm goin' to make you talk this time!" cried Dryfoos, striking the arm of the chair he sat in with the side of his fist.

A maddening thought of Christine came over him.

"As long as you eat my bread, you have got to do as I say.

I won't have my children telling me what I shall do and sha'n't do, or take on airs of being holier than me.