"I think you are terrible!" she exclaimed to Suzanne. "You are a little demon. We will live in this car, then. We will see."
She knew that this could not be, for the car was only leased for the outward trip and had to be returned the next day.
The car was pushed on to a siding.
"I beg of you, Suzanne. Please don't make a mockery of us. This is terrible. What will people think?"
"I don't care what they think," said Suzanne.
"But you can't stay here."
"Oh, yes, I can!"
"Come, get off, please do. We won't stay up here indefinitely. I'll take you back. Promise me to stay a month and I'll give you my solemn word I'll take you back at the end of that time. I'm getting sick of this. I can't stand it. Do what you like after that. Only stay a month now."
"No, mama," replied Suzanne. "No, you won't. You lied to me. You're lying to me now, just as you did before."
"I swear to you I'm not. I lied that once, but I was frantic. Oh, Suzanne, please, please. Be reasonable. Have some consideration. I will take you back, but wait for some clothes to arrive. We can't go this way."