"Stop yer palaver an' let's haave a story ov th' war wi' th' naygars in Egypt," Mrs. Hurll said.
"Aye, that's right," one of the Gainer boys said. "Tell us what th' queen give ye a medal fur!"
They wanted a story of blood, so I smeared the tale red. When I finished Anna said, "Now tell thim, dear, what ye tuk th' shillin' fur!"
"You tell them, mother."
"Ye tuk it t' fight ignorance an' not naygars, didn't ye?"
"Yes, but that fight continues."
"Aye, with you, but—"
"Ah, never mind, mother, I have taken it up where you laid it down, and long after—" that was far as I got, for Jamie exploded just then and said:
"Now get t' h—l home, ivery wan o' ye, an' give 's a minute wi' 'im jist for ourselves, will ye?"
He said it with laughter in his voice and it sounded in the ears of those present as polite and pleasing as anything in the domain of their amenities.