"So, Shirley Lockwood, you're lying to me too, aren't you? I don't believe a word you're saying. You're going back first thing tomorrow morning. And once you're back, you'll stay in the villa and not go anywhere. Also, I'll be back myself in three or four days. So, Shirley Lockwood, you'd better not try to pull any tricks on me. Whatever you're planning, it's far too childish to work on me."
"Dad, you're awful! How could you do this to me! This is no different from locking me up!" At this point, Shirley Lockwood couldn't be bothered with feeling wronged or shy. She planted her hands on her hips and roared furiously.
'Her freedom was at stake. She had to fight this to the very end!'
"Shirley Lockwood, you're right about one thing. I *am* putting you under a form of house arrest. You'd better do as I say. Otherwise, I'll make sure your vacation is packed to the brim, so you'll be studying twenty hours a day."
