“Did you ever hear such talk?” he cried, as he finished his story.
“Chyenke is as right as the day,” interposed the old woman.
“Did you ever hear such talk?” he repeated, looking into Chashke’s eyes.
“Well?” she queried, coldly.
“What do you mean, ‘Well?’” he shouted. “What do you mean by your ‘Well?’”
“What do you expect? Everybody to agree with you?”
“What do you mean, everybody to agree with me? What do you mean?” he gesticulated. “Isn’t she engaged to me?”
“But you each have minds of your own and hearts of your own,” replied Chashke.
“He’d like his betrothed to be as stupid as himself,” the old woman chimed in.
“But why? How comes it that you understand?” he insisted to Chashke.