Even as she scolded, she regarded her in the pink dress with triumph.

"I should think you would be ashamed of yourself, Maria Edgham," said she, in a high voice.
Harry Edgham, who had deposited the peaches in the ice-box, and had been about to enter the room, retreated.

He went out the other door himself, and round upon the piazza, when presently the smoke of his cigar stole into the room.

Then Mrs.Edgham included him in her wrath.
"You and your father are just alike," said she, bitterly.

"You both of you will do just what you want to, whether or no.