"Even if the house were yours, you don't own the street. Go ahead, Sam!"
Mr. Talbot banged the door and went into the house.
"That is the most impudent cub I ever saw," he muttered. He was worsted again, and he felt angry and provoked.
"What a sweet step-father you've got, Robert," said Sam.
"Isn't he? But don't call him my step-father. I want to forget that he is connected with me in any way. He is constantly nagging me. I don't think I can stand it much longer."
"How does your mother stand it?"
"Mother has a very sweet temper, and she has no will of her own."
"Unlike you," said Sam, smiling.
"Yes, I have a will of my own. I don't think a boy or man can succeed who hasn't."
"You say you can't stand it. What will that lead to?"