He laughed, also sarcastic. The old lady was angry. She poured on him her abuse, declaring she would not have Meg in the house again, nor leave her a penny, if she married him that day.
“Tha can please thysen,” answered George, also angry.
Meg came hurriedly into the room.
“Ta’e that ’at off—ta’e it off! Tha non goos wi’ ’im this day, not if I know it! Does ’e think tha ’rt a cow, or a pig, to be fetched wheniver ’e thinks fit. Ta’e that ’at off, I say!”
The old woman was fierce and peremptory.
“But gran’ma!——” began Meg.
The bed creaked as the old lady tried to rise.
“Ta’e that ’at off, afore I pull it off!” she cried.
“Oh, be still Gran’ma—you’ll be hurtin’ yourself, you know you will——”
“Are you coming Meg?” said George suddenly.