"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."
"I had it all perfectly planned out long ago," said the flapper. "I don't want a large place."
"Lots of trouble," conceded Bean. "Something always coming up," he added knowingly.
"Nice yard," said the flapper, "plenty of room for flowers and the tennis court, and I'll do the marketing when I motor in for you. They won't let me do it back there," she concluded with some acrimony; "and they get good and cheated and I'm perfectly glad of it. Eighteen cents a head for lettuce! I saw that very thing on a tag yesterday!"
"Rob you right and left," mumbled Bean. "All you can expect."
"Just leave it all to me," said the flapper with four of her double nods. "They'll soon learn better."
"Hardly seems as if it could all be true," ventured Bean in a genial effort at sanity.
"It's just perfectly true and true," insisted the flapper. "I knew it all the time." She placed the old relentless gaze upon him. He was hers.
"The beautiful, blind wants of youth!" said the Demon, who had been silent a long time, for
