"I'll do neither," said she.
The old lady waved the end of her staff in a gesture of lofty disdain.
"As you please.

But, if you do not, your allowance is withdrawn." "Certainly," said Margaret.

"I assumed that." Madam Bowker gazed at her with eyes like tongues of flame.

"And how do you expect to live ?" she inquired.
"That is OUR affair," replied the girl.

"You say you are done with me.
Well, so am I done with you." It was, as Margaret had said, because she was not afraid of her grandmother that that formidable old lady respected her; and as she was one of those who can give affection only where they give respect, she loved Margaret--loved her with jealous and carping tenacity.