Only--I warn you, don't try to drive me! I'll not be driven!" "What do you think of Grant Arkwright ?" asked her grandmother.
"I intend to marry him," replied Margaret.
The old lady's stern eyes gleamed delight.
"But," Margaret hastened to add, "you mustn't interfere.

He doesn't like you.

He's afraid of you.

If you give the slightest sign, he'll sheer off.

You must let me handle him." "The insolent puppy," muttered Madam Bowker.