"Considerations like that, Daniel, have never entered into my philosophy of life, thank God!"
"Margaret, you really must break yourself of this dreadful habit of swearing! It's so unladylike! And so unchristian!"
"Oh, my good Lord, Daniel! Don't dare to talk to me about anything's being 'unchristian,' when you have just done a cruel, cruel thing to your aged, helpless mother! I don't profess and loudly flaunt my 'Christian principles,' but I do believe in the Golden Rule. Evidently you don't. Don't speak to me!"
"Hoity-toity! Cut out these tantrums, Margaret; they're bad for the boy, you know."
"Why don't you tell the Y.W.C.A. about your smart 'deal' with your tenant, George Trout, and your treatment of your step-mother? Maybe they'd send you another congratulatory letter that you could have published in the Intelligencer."
"You heed my warning about offending Jennie and Sadie," was Daniel's reply.
"At the time of your father's death was the title of the farm at Martz vested absolutely in him?"
Margaret had the satisfaction of seeing Daniel start and turn red at her question, as he turned abruptly and looked at her.
"What makes you ask that?" he nervously demanded.
"Was it?" she repeated.