You know what he is when he's angry.

You simply can't argue with him! Then you made things ever so much worse by blurting out how I'd taken you to tea at the cafe, and bought you a bag.

Father glared as if it proved I'd been spending stolen money!" "You were rather flush of cash that day," commented Ingred.
"Yes, the fact is I'd been writing a short story, and it had been accepted by a newspaper.

It's a poor enough thing, and I didn't sign my own name to it.

I didn't want to tell them at home I was trying to write until I could do something better.