“Well!” she said, struggling on tiptoe, “You are a great creature! Can’t you get it on, naughty child?”
“Give her a chair to stand on,” he said.
She shook the collar of the coat sharply, but he stood like a sheep, impassive.
“Leslie, you are too bad. I can’t get it on, you stupid boy.”
I took the coat and jerked it on.
“There,” she said, giving him his cap. “Now don’t be long.”
“What a damned dirty night!” said he, when we were out.
“It is,” said I.
“The town, anywhere’s better than this hell of a country.”
“Ha! How did you enjoy yourself?”