I like her, and we'd get on well together--" Margaret laughed.

"Like two cats drowning in a bag." "Not at all," protested he sincerely.

"Your grandmother and I understand each other--better than you and I--at least, better than you understand me.

However, I'll not permit our being dependents of hers." Margaret had a queer look.

Was not her taking enough money from the old lady to pay all her personal expenses--was not that dependence?
"We'll return to that later," continued he, and she had an uncomfortable sense that he was answering her thought.