24/26 But you mustn't argue with your father. He doesn't like it, and when he's annoyed everybody suffers." "It's true; but how illogical!" Grace remarked, and mused while she looked dreamily across the grass. Nevertheless, she was young; her studies were half digested, and her theories crude. She had come home with a vague notion of playing the part of Lady Bountiful and putting things right, but had got a jar soon after she began. Her father's idea of justice was elementary: he resented her meddling, and was sometimes tyrannical. |