"You know I detest champagne and never drink it," said she.

"And I don't purpose to begin, even to oblige you." "To oblige me!" "To give you pretext for contention and nagging and quarreling." Madam Bowker was now in the element she had been seeking--the stormy sea of domestic wrangling.

She struck out boldly, with angry joy.

"I've long since learned not to expect gratitude from you.

I can't understand my own weakness, my folly, in continuing to labor with you." "That's very simple," said Margaret.