The clash of tempers lasted for several minutes, then Maud flung out of the room.

An hour later, at dinner-time, she was rather more caustic in her remarks than usual, but this was the only sign that remained of the stormy mood.
Jasper renewed the breakfast-table conversation.
'Look here,' he began, 'why don't you girls write something?
I'm convinced you could make money if you tried.

There's a tremendous sale for religious stories; why not patch one together?
I am quite serious.' 'Why don't you do it yourself,' retorted Maud.
'I can't manage stories, as I have told you; but I think you could.

In your place, I'd make a speciality of Sunday-school prize-books; you know the kind of thing I mean.

They sell like hot cakes.