"Washrags, washrags."
He jammed the offending gifts into his pocket, and sought to change the subject.
"Come on, Silvey, let's see that big tree of yours." So they stamped up the Silvey front steps and into the house.
"There," said Bill, pointing proudly at the family fir.
John gave one disgusted glance. "That? Why that's set on a little table! Wouldn't come near the ceiling if it was on the floor. Come down to my house and I'll show you a real tree."
They left the Silvey house noisily.