Keep it for yourself.
Get what _you_ want out of it: not what other people want." Again Marcella's attention missed the note of agitation in her mother's sharp manner.

A soft look--a look of compunction--passed across her face.

Mrs.Boyce began to put her working things away, finding it too dark to do any more.
"By the way," said the mother, suddenly, "I suppose you will be going over to help him in his canvassing this next few weeks?
Your father says the election will be certainly in February." Marcella moved uneasily.
"He knows," she said at last, "that I don't agree with him in so many things.

He is so full of this Peasant Proprietors Bill.

And I hate peasant properties.