"I paid for the tin decorations with my own money." "Oh, you did! Well, you might have been in better business than paying for that kind of thing.

You might," he sneered up at her, "have been paying for your keep these last three years, if you've got more money of your own than you know what to do with." Jean could not ride off under the sting of that gratuitous insult.

She held Pard quiet and looked down at him with hate in her eyes.

"I expect," she said in a queer, quiet wrath, "to prove before long that my own money has been paying for my 'keep' these last three years; for that and for other things that did not benefit me in the least." "I'd like to know what you mean by that!" Carl caught Pard by the bridle-rein and looked up at her in a white fury that startled even Jean, accustomed as she was to his sudden rages that contrasted with his sullen attitude toward the world.
"What do you think I would mean?
Let go my bridle.

I don't want to quarrel with you." "What did you mean by proving--what do you expect to prove ?" His hand was heavy on the rein, so that Pard began to fret under the restraint.
"You've got to quit running around all over the country with them show folks, and stay at home and behave yourself.