No good comes from relatives working together.

Look at the Latouche farm where your cousin makes his mess.

My father is well enough where he is." "But you'd like to see him oftener--I was only thinking of that," said Jean Jacques in a mollifying voice.

It was the kind of thing in which he showed at once the weakness and the kindness of his nature.

He was in fact not a philosopher, but a sentimentalist.
"If mother doesn't think it's sensible, why do it, father ?" asked Zoe anxiously, looking up into her father's face.
She had seen the look in her mother's eyes, and also she had no love for her grandfather.