"I'll get some!" declared Johnny hotly.
"Where?"
"I'll sell something."
"What?"
"I'll save up."
"How?"
"And I'll borrow some."
"You'd better shut up now, or I'll knock your head off!" cried his mother. "Fidding and fadding about—you're daft!"
"She shan't go to any workhouse!"
"Fool!" repeated his mother, revealing her disgust at his hopeless imbecility.