"Silence, woman!" roared her husband.
She sank into a chair, exhausted, and redoubled her groans and tears.
"See here," exclaimed Barker, "I'll send for some more. There's no harm done."
"No, you won't," replied Smithers. "You're just as bad as the boy. I could see you snickering all the time, and it's the last chance you'll have of coming into my house."
"I can get out of it," said Barker.
"Git!"
This was said in such a contemptuous manner that Barker had no alternative.
Putting on his hat, he went.
When he was gone, Smithers attempted to do what he had not dared to undertake while the undertaker was in the room.
Seizing his rattan, he rushed upon Tommy.