"I am sure it is no more than natural.

My uncle Louis used to write for the Salem _Monitor_." He looked at her--he did not say a word, but he looked at her.
"And Uncle Harvey"-- He grunted, flounced out of his chair and quitted the room.
"Mother," said Henry, getting up and taking her hand, "I am grieved that this dispute arose.

I know that he is set in his ways, and it is unfortunate that I was compelled to cross him, but it had to come sooner or later." "I am very sorry, but I don't blame you, my son.

If you don't want to go into the store, why should you ?" They heard Witherspoon's jolting walk, up and down the hall.
"You have but one life here on this earth," she said, "and I don't see why you should make that one life miserable by engaging in something that is distasteful to you.

But if your father has a fault it is that he believes every one should think as he does.