"Since you didn't come when she expected you, we've had the worst time with her that we have had since we reached this da--ah--er--um--this country." "Could you make any suggestion ?" asked Laddie.
"I could! I would suggest that you act like the sensible fellow I know you to be, and come as usual, at your accustomed times." "But I'm forbidden, man!" cried Laddie.
Ugh! Such awful things as Mr.Pryor said.
"Forbidden!" he cried.

"Is a man's roof his own, or is it not?
While I live, I propose to be the head of my family.

I invite you! I ask you! Mrs.Pryor and I want you! What more is necessary ?" "TWO things," said Laddie, just as serenely.

"That Miss Pryor wants me, and that I want to come." "D'ye mean to tell me that you DON'T want to come, eh?
After the fight you put up to force your way in!" Laddie studied the sky, a whimsy smile on his lips.
"Now wasn't that a good fight ?" he inquired.

"I'm mighty proud of it! But not now, or ever, do I wish to enter your house again, if Miss Pryor doesn't want, and welcome me." Then he went over, took Mr.Pryor's horse by the head, and began working with its bridle.