"Wake up and tell me what you know about him, I say."
"He' Squaker."
"A Quaker?"
"Yes, Squaker."
"Great heavens!" speaking under his breath and trembling visibly. "What else do you know?"
"Illegitimate child."
"What?" passing around the table, seizing him by the collar and shaking him. "Say that again."
"'S true—s' help me! What you c-c-care?"
"How do you know he is an illegitimate child—I say?"
"I know—that's nuf! Sh'tup and lemme g-g-go sleep."