As I am of age, and a few years past that period, you must let me have a will of my own.' 'I think you have always had one,' roared the farmer.
'Yes, but not at home, father.

I was obliged to run away to get it.

But now I mean to stay at home if you will let me.

Gladys is gone away, so I don't stay on her account.' 'I'm not seure of that.

You never stayed on ours.' 'Well, I will now.