Ber. Don’t be so kleptomaniac in your remarks. I’ll have that bottle a little more on my side of the table.
Ellen. Sure, and it’s my money that bought it, and I’ll keep it where it is.
Ber. Ho, ho! You’re standing on your high horse to-day. I suppose before long you’ll be wanting to celebrate your golden wedding, or silver wedding, and be bringing all your poor relations here to live on me.
Ellen. Sure, an’ not one of my relations ever asked a thing of you, and as to my celebrating my golden wedding, or silver wedding, or whatever you call it, I celebrated my wooden wedding when I married a block head, do you mind that now?
Ber. Ellen, if you cast any more of your conflections on me I’ll brain you with this pitcher.
Ellen. (Jumps up.) Well, I guess not, says Timothy Conner; I’m boss of this house and I’ll do as I like. Sure it was my political influence that got your position, and I’ll have you dismissed with impunity.
Ber. Ellen, the dignity of my position will not allow me to quarrel with a woman; but if you say another word, I’ll knock you down with the stove.
Ellen. (Crying.) That’s right; go on—cry out so Mrs. McGillan and the folks on the top flure can hear you. If my cousin Terrence was here he——
Ber. (Jumps up, overturns table, etc.) Terrence, is it? the mean, dirty blackguard, I’d——