"If you don't want to kill your mother, you must keep out of your tantrums.

What's the use of going on so, I wonder,--and what's the use of my watching her as carefully as if she was made of glass, when you come like a young hurricane and break her into atoms.

There,--go away and keep quiet.

Let her be till she gets over this turn.

I know exactly what's best for her." She spoke with authority, and I obeyed as if the voice of a superior were addressing me.