The old man mutters to himself and hates any one who doesn't do everything he asks,--and just about everybody does it, simply through fear.

And just to put a good finish on it all, the young 'un moves in the best society in town and spends most of his time trying to argue the former district judge's daughter into marrying him.
So there you are.

That's all Mother Howard knows, Son." She reached for the door and then, turning, patted Fairchild on the shoulder.
"Boy," came quietly, "you 've got a broad back and a good head.
Rodaine beat your father--don't let him beat you.

And always remember one thing: Old Mother Howard 's played the game before, and she 'll play it with you--against anybody.

Good night.