It is useless for me to work and labor for a home, and have it
spoiled by evil associates. If you live with us you must abide by the
rules." That look that meant, without wavering, he would have his way, was
in his eyes; and while the girl would not relent her decision to choose her
own associates, she knew he meant exactly what he said. "You will get on
very well without me. Nell is your housekeeper anyway. She wants to boss
everything in the house. I can easily make my own way, and have a good time
besides." "Amy, this is your home. You are as welcome as any of the
children. I shall require nothing of you that I would not of Nell. But I
must have it understood that you will have to recognize the rules of the
home. I do not want you to feel that I am driving you from home, but that I
am only giving you a reasonable choice."
"It is not much of a home you offer. Work hard all the time and never go
anywhere. You expect me to be as old-acting and old-feeling as you are. You
never were a boy. I am going to have my good times, and neither you nor
anybody else shall hinder me!"
Austin contended no more, but left her with that set look on his face that
meant war to the end. Too many years he had contended with contrary
elements in the home to now know how to yield a point to what he believed
would be wrong. His integrity of life had depended on his stedfastness, and
in that he would stand.
Most of the time from this on the home consisted of only the four; for Amy,
according to her vow, was seeking her own way.
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