"She won't mind you, Emily."
"She'll mind me at least as much as she would you. And more, too. And I'm not going to have you two—quarreling and arguing about—this—person. Do you understand that, Bob? If you—speak to her about it, she'll get to thinking that she's on one side with that man, and you and I are on the other side."
"She's on his side now."
"No, Bob, she isn't. She is just—playing; she wants a little rope."
"She's got enough to hang herself now."
"You won't speak to her, will you, Bob, now?"
"Oh, well," Bob grumbled, "she's your kid, Emily. You've got to manage her. She won't listen to anything I say, anyway."
"But I mean, don't you just begin to—don't you forget and bring the subject up, at all, will you, Bob?"
"I won't say a word to her if you make her quit it. If you don't, I'll take her in hand. I won't stand for her getting talked about all over town!"
"She's not going to get talked about, Bob!"