"She is going to stay right here in her aunt Abrahama's house, and have all she would have had if there hadn't been any will," said she, fiercely.
"You would make her stay if she didn't want to ?" said Henry, gazing at her wonderingly.
"She's got to want to stay," said Sylvia, still with the same strange passion.

"There'll be enough going on; you needn't worry.

I'm going to have parties for her, if she wants them.

She says she's been used to playing cards, and you know how we were brought up about cards--to think they were wicked.

Well, I don't care if they are wicked.