I have talked myself black in the face--for your sake, dear--but it was like trying to convert a stone wall.

She is determined.

You know what that means." "No wonder she's a widow," growled Hugh Ridgeway sourly.

"Your father served you a mighty mean trick, dear, when he gave you over to her training.

She might have spoiled you beyond redemption." "Poor father! He loathed display, too.