“He isn’t though,” Mrs. Savage insisted, addressing the others. “Do you know what’s the matter with him, Harlan?”
“Too much glue, I expect.”
“What?”
“Too much glue,” Harlan repeated. “He was playing with a lot of nasty glue and paint all afternoon, and I expect the smell’s made him sick. Too much glue and too much Jew.”
“Jew?” his grandmother inquired. “What do you mean by ‘too much Jew,’ Harlan?”
“He had a dirty little bow-legged Jew playing with him.”
“See here!” Dan said huskily, but he did not look up. “You be careful!”
“Careful of what?” Harlan inquired scornfully.
“Careful of what you say.”
“Daniel, were you playing with a Jew?” his grandmother asked.