Annie glared into the eyes of his father. A hundred pounds seemed like a huge amount. She had no idea what it looks like such a lot of money. But now, they were hers, and she desperately wanted to look at the unexpected wealth. - Aunt Jessie bequeathed the money to me, - she repeated stubbornly. - I have the right to do with them whatever I want. Frank pushed back his chair, took his pipe out of his mouth, and said coldly: - You do not have any rights, Annie Eysgart, and do not forget about it. You'll do as you're told, and that's enough talk.