I am ashamed of your conduct toward both your Grandma Elsie and your Uncle Edward.

You must apologize to both of them, acknowledging that you have been extremely impertinent, and asking forgiveness for it." Lulu made no reply; her eyes were downcast, her face was flushed with passion, and wore a stubborn look.
"I won't;" the words were on the tip of her tongue; she had almost spoken them, but restrained herself just in time; her father's authority was not to be defied, as she had learned to her cost a year ago.
He saw the struggle that was going on in her breast.

"You must do it," he said; "you may write your apologies, though, if you prefer that to speaking them." He opened a writing-desk that stood on a table close at hand, and seated her before it with paper, pen, and ink, and bade her write, at his dictation.
She did not dare refuse, and had really no very strong disinclination to do so in regard to the first, which was addressed to Grandma Elsie--a lady so gentle and kind that even proud Lulu was willing to humble herself to her.
But when it came to Edward's turn her whole soul rose up in rebellion against it.

Yet she dared not say either "I won't" or "I don't want to." But pausing, with the pen in her fingers: "Papa," she began timidly, "please don't make me apologize to him; he had no right to talk to me the way he did." "I am not so sure of that," the captain said.

"I don't blame him for trying to uphold his mother's authority; and now I think of it, you are to consider yourself under his control in the absence of your mamma and the older persons to whom I have given authority over you.