"O, we were more depraved than those that came after," said Belle. "And if you hadn't taken us in hand, in a summary way, I do not know what would have become of us. Papa never would do anything but spoil us, he was so indulgent."
"It's not a man's business to manage his children," said Cyril Heath. "It's the mother's."
"I don't agree with you," said Frank Grey. "It's the man's."
"Of course it is," said his wife.
"Well, why?" pursued Cyril.
"He is supposed to have more weight of character than she."
"And suppose he hasn't?"
"I can't suppose any such thing. Men are born to rule, and do rule; women are born to yield, and do yield."
"They are born to rule in their own sphere, it is true," interposed Mrs. Grey, who, as the reader ought to know, had written a book on the subject of education. "But home is not their sphere. It is woman's kingdom, and there she should reign."
"But I always took the ground that a modest woman would doubt her own judgment in regard to the children, and defer to the father," objected Frank's wife. She was a little, delicate creature, who admired her husband above all things, though she could pretend to be ashamed of him now and then.