“If that is the way you are going to speak to me, we had better not discuss the subject any longer,” I said coldly.
I think there was a moment’s struggle, and then he said, with a manner of half apology, “I didn’t mean to vex you, mother. But, you see, I’m not Jack; and I never shall be. If I could, I wouldn’t.”
“There are great differences between you and Jack,” I said. “One great difference is that Jack’s first wish is to serve God; and your first wish is—I am afraid—only to gratify yourself.”
Was it wise to speak so plainly? I hardly know. The words came out under a sudden impulse.
“Oh, of course, he is all good, and I’m all bad. But anyway, things can’t go on like this. I mean to go away.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I’ve told you. I can’t keep smooth with that fellow, if Maimie really likes him best. And I suppose she does. She said so, and she shows it in her manner, plain enough.”
“'That fellow!’ Your own brother, Cress!”
“It doesn’t matter what he is called. Mother, if I stay here, I can’t keep straight with him. You and father had better let me go.”
“For how long?” I asked in distress.