If you don't like it you know what else you can do.

Move if you want to.

I'll not move." It was Butler's habit when he became involved in these family quarrels, which were as shallow as puddles, to wave his hands rather antagonistically under his wife's or his children's noses.
"Oh, well, I will get out one of these days," Aileen replied.

"Thank heaven I won't have to live here forever." There flashed across her mind the beautiful reception-room, library, parlor, and boudoirs of the Cowperwoods, which were now being arranged and about which Anna Cowperwood talked to her so much--their dainty, lovely triangular grand piano in gold and painted pink and blue.

Why couldn't they have things like that?
Her father was unquestionably a dozen times as wealthy.