Awakened, Godmother jerked out: "Indeed and I hope if you go you'll take the boys with you!"
"Indeed and I don't see why we should!"
"Very well, then, you'll stop at home. If Joey doesn't choose to come to the point——-"
"Now hold your tongue, mother!"
"I'll do nothing of the sort."
"Crikey!" said the younger boy, Erwin, in a low voice. "Joey's got to take us riding."
"If you and Joey can't get yourselves properly engaged," snapped Godmother, "then you shan't go driving without the boys, and that's the end of it."
Like dogs barking at one another, thought Laura, listening to the loveless bandying of words—she was unused to the snappishness of the Irish manner, which sounds so much worse than it is meant to be: and she was chilled anew by it when, over the telephone, she heard Georgy holding a heated conversation with Joey.
He was a fat young man, with hanging cheeks, small eyes, and a lazy, lopsided walk.
"Hello—here's a little girl! What's HER name?—Say, this kiddy can come along too."