"Anything but that! What do you want me to do ?" "Merely to live like other girls," said Gaviller; "to observe the proprieties." "That's why I couldn't get along at school," muttered Colina gloomily.
"You might as well send me back." "You're simply headstrong!" said her father severely.

"You won't try to be different." "Dad," said Colina suddenly, "what did you come north for in the first place, thirty years ago ?" The question caught him a little off his guard.

"A natural love of adventure, I suppose," he said carelessly.
"Perfectly natural!" said Colina.

"Was your father pleased ?" Gaviller began to see her drift.

"No!" he said testily.
"And when you went back for her," Colina persisted, "didn't my mother run away north with you, against the wishes of her parents ?" "Your mother was a saint!" cried Gaviller indignantly.
"Certainly," said Colina coolly, "but not the psalm-singing kind.