The memories of her childhood were strong upon her.

She knew of old that there was no appeal, and was too proud to contend where she must yield.
"Take the bowl," said her father, when Abner extended it filled with the steaming pudding--"take the bowl, and go you to your chamber.

Eat your supper, and get in to your bed and stay there till morning." Madelon still looked at her father with that same look of speechless but unyielding rebellion.

She did not stir to take the bowl or go to her chamber.
"Do as I bid ye!" ordered her father, in a great voice.
Madelon took the bowl from her brother's hand and went out of the room as she was bid; and yet as she went they all knew that there was no yielding in her..