"I say he did!"
"And I say he didn't!"
"He did!"
"He didn't!"
"Don't look at me, with your squint eyes!"
"Don't shake your red head at me!"
"Sisters!" said the black-haired Henrietta, "cease this unseemly wrangling. I, as his first wife, shall strew flowers on his grave."
"No you won't," said Susan. "I, as his last wife, shall strew flowers on his grave. It's my business to strew!"
"You shan't, so there!" said Henrietta.
"You bet I will!" said Susan, with a tear-suffused cheek.