"Well, that's where it is! It isn't my own house. It belongs to Mrs. B."
"Same thing, I take it."
"No, it isn't. The old lady's bound to keep it in her own hands."
"Can't you sell or mortgage it?"
"She won't let me."
"Bah! Can't you control a woman?" returned Travers disdainfully.
"I might, but for the cub."
"The boy?"
"Yes. He's the most obstinate, perverse, independent young kid you ever saw."