"Effie, I won't let you—I won't—"
Miss Goldstone unhinged her arm, jerking it free in anger.
"Well, I like that!"
"Effie, I—"
"You ain't my boss!"
"Effie!"
"But, papa, she—"
There was a booming in Mr. Goldstone's voice and a suddenly projected vibrancy.
"You apologize to your mother—this minute! You talk to your mother the way you know she's to be talked to!"
"I.W., she didn't—"