THE STORY OF THE GRAVELYS
CHAPTER I.
THE QUARREL
“I won’t live on my brother-in-law,” said the slight, dark girl.
“Yes, you will,” said the fair-haired beauty, her sister, who was standing over her in a somewhat theatrical attitude.
“I will not,” said Berty again. “You think because you have just been married you are going to run the family. I tell you, I will not do it. I will not live with you.”
“I don’t want to run the family, but I am a year and a half older than you, and I know what is for your good better than you do.”
“You do not—you butterfly!”
“Alberta Mary Francesca Gravely—you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said the beauty, in concentrated wrath.