Mrs.Pettifer was sitting in a room facing the garden at the back with the pamphlet on a little table beside her.

She sprang up as Dick was shown into the room, and before he could utter a word of greeting she cried: "Dick, you are the one person I wanted to see." "Oh ?" "Yes.

Sit down." Dick obeyed.
"Dick, I believe you are the only person in the world who has any control over your father." "Yes.

Even in my pinafores I learnt the great lesson that to control one's parents is the first duty of the modern child." "Don't be silly," his aunt rejoined sharply.

Then she looked him over.
"Yes, you must have some control over him, for he lets you remain in the army, though an army is one of his abominations." "Theoretically it's a great grief to him," replied Dick.