I'm not sure whether the manager will give it to me." He had been thinking all the time of his "pull" with the racetrack magnates.
"We can buy it then," she exclaimed sharply.
"You talk easy," he said.

"A season family ticket costs one hundred and fifty dollars." "I'll not argue with you," she replied with determination.

"I want the ticket and that's all there is to it." She had risen, and now walked angrily out of the room.
"Well, you get it then," he said grimly, though in a modified tone of voice.
As usual, the table was one short that evening.
The next morning he had cooled down considerably, and later the ticket was duly secured, though it did not heal matters.

He did not mind giving his family a fair share of all that he earned, but he did not like to be forced to provide against his will.
"Did you know, mother," said Jessica another day, "the Spencers are getting ready to go away ?" "No.

Where, I wonder ?" "Europe," said Jessica.