"I know you," persisted the Demon. "Brow-beating, bound to have your own way, and, after all, she's nothing but a child."
"I'll want him to have his own way," declared the child. "I'll see that he just perfectly gets it, too!"
"Give and take, that's my motto," he muttered, wondering if more toast would choke him.
"Be a row back there, of course," said Grandma, "but Julia's going to marry off the other child after her own heart, and it's only right for me to have a little say about this one. You're a better man than he is. You have a good situation and he's just a waster; couldn't buy his own cigarettes if he had to work for the money, say nothing of his gloves and ties. Born to riches, born to folly, say I. Still, Julia will fuss just about so much. Of course, Jim—"
"Oh, poor old Pops!" The flapper gracefully destroyed him as a factor in the problem.
Bean was feeding toast to Nap, who didn't choke.
"She always has to come around though when the girl makes up her mind. I haven't had that child in my charge for nothing."
"I have a right to choose the—" The flapper broke her speech with tea. "I have the right," she concluded defiantly.
Bean shuddered. He recalled the terrific remainder of that speech.
"I thought we better have this little talk," said Grandma, "and get everything understood."