You weren't even wasting the pocket money that you had a right to spend as you pleased.

Grandpa Dinsmore is a--a--rather tyrannical, I think." "It does seem hard to have so little liberty," Max said, discontentedly, "but I don't know that he's any more strict, after all, than papa." "Well, I must run away now," said Zoe, jumping up.

"Here's something to sweeten your imprisonment," putting a box of confectionery into his hand.
"Good-by," and she tripped away.
She met her husband in the hall upon which their rooms opened.

"Where have you been ?" he asked coldly, and with a suspicious look.
"That's my affair," she returned, flushing, and with a saucy little toss of her pretty head.
He gave her a glance of mingled surprise and displeasure.

"What has come over you, Zoe ?" he asked.