grasped her arm with no uncertain touch. "I demand your
obedience!"

"Demands are not always granted!"

She gave him a dazzling smile, but it was defiant rather than
friendly.

"I make it a request, then. Will you grant me that?"

"Why should I grant your requests, when you won't grant mine?"

"Good Lord, Eunice, are you going to harp on that allowance
string again?"

"I am. Why shouldn't I, when it warps my whole life--"


"Oh, come, cut out the hifalutin' talk!"
"Well, then, to come down to plain facts, there isn't a day that
I'm not humiliated and embarrassed by the lack of a little cash."

"Bad as that?"

"Yes, quite as bad as that! Why, the day we went out to Newark I
didn't have five cents to buy Aunt Abby a newspaper, and she had
to get along without one!"

"She seemed to live through it."