"I know _you_," persisted the Demon. "Brow-beating, bound to have your
own way, and, after all, she's nothing but a child."
"I'll _want_ him to have his own way," declared the child. "I'll see
that he just perfectly gets it, too!"
"Give and take, that's my motto," he muttered, wondering if more toast
would choke him.
"Be a row back there, of course," said Grandma, "but Julia's going to
marry off the other child after her own heart, and it's only right for
me to have a little say about this one. You're a better man than he is.
You have a good situation and he's just a waster; couldn't buy his own
cigarettes if he had to work for the money, say nothing of his gloves
and ties. Born to riches, born to folly, say I. Still, Julia will fuss
just about so much. Of course, Jim--"
"Oh, poor old Pops!" The flapper gracefully destroyed him as a factor in
the problem.
Bean was feeding toast to Nap, who didn't choke.
"She always has to come around though when the girl makes up her mind. I
haven't had that child in my charge for nothing."
"I have a right to choose the--" The flapper broke her speech with tea.
"I have the _right_," she concluded defiantly.
Bean shuddered. He recalled the terrific remainder of that speech.
"I thought we better have this little talk," said Grandma, "and get
everything understood."
"'S the only way to do," said Bean, wrinkling his forehead, "have
everything clear.
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