"She quarrels with everybody, Eve says," Martha commented, indifferently.
"Well, she's not going to have any excuse for quarreling with us. You hear what I say, Martha? You're not to play golf, or swim or ride or walk or dance or even smile at that man in public, any place, where anybody can see you."
"It'll look sort of funny, mother, when he's everywhere I am."
"I don't care how it looks. It'll look a lot better than having his wife watching him flirting with you."
Martha raised her head proudly.
"I don't know why you should say a thing like that to me! I was NOT flirting, I was just talking to him, mammie! This seems so—unworthy of you."
"Very well, then. You aren't to talk to him any more. You've got to obey me! You've got to do exactly what I say in this, Martha!"
"I don't know why you get so worked up over this! You never talk so about anybody else!"
"You never look that way at any other man!"
"No. I never find anyone so interesting!"