“Would be? I am!—furiously angry. How dare he call me an old scoundrel!”
“Pray, pray don’t quarrel with him, dear.”
“I’m not going to, pet; but I’ll knock his head off for him.”
“No, no; you shall not go out, dear. I will not have my dear father disgrace himself like that.”
“I declare, Very, you are worse than your poor mother used to be. I must go and hit him, or I shall explode.”
“Then please explode here, papa dear, at me.”
“You’re a strange girl, Very, ’pon my soul,” cried the Doctor.
“Yes, papa dear,” she said quietly, but clinging tightly to his arm.
“How dare he come and damage my property!” floated in through the window.
“Buzz-buzz-buzz,” from another voice.