“What’s the trouble here between you?” began Grunim the glazier.
“What are you so angry about?” asked his mother-in-law, venomously. “I suppose you imagine you’re in the right?”
“I’m not asking anybody whether I’m right or wrong,” he replied, even more venomously.
“A fine answer!” responded the mother-in-law, indignantly.
“It’s good enough for me,” said Drabkin, pushing the treadle.
“Just the same you needn’t be impudent about it,” interposed Grunim, beginning to lose his temper.
But Chyenke interceded and prevented a quarrel.
“Just reckon it out for him. Reckon it out,” she said, turning to her Uncle Jonah. “Let him hear.”
“Drop your work,” suggested Uncle Jehiel, “and listen to reason.”
“I’ve got nothing to listen to.”