It's a ridiculous habit." He leaped at the door where Margaret had disappeared and rapped on it fiercely.
"Yes--yes--I'm coming," responded a nervous, pleading, agitated voice; and the door opened and Margaret appeared.
"What shall we do now ?" she said to Craig.

Grant saw, with an amazement he could scarcely conceal, that for the time, at least, she was quite subdued, would meekly submit to anything.
"Go to your grandmother," said Craig promptly.

"You attend to the preacher, Grant.

Twenty-five's enough to give him." Margaret's cheeks flamed, her head bowed.

Grant flushed in sympathy with her agony before this vulgarity.