“Don’t be so wicked, Gran’fer,” she cried.
“Wicked! That’s roighteous—to sing to the Lord.”
“You don’t want people drowned!”
“Dedn’t he want us to starve?”
“Looks more like his starving now. We can afford to forgive. You’re reading the wrong end of the Bible, Gran’fer. We’ve got to turn the other cheek.”
“Sow Oi would, ef anybody was bussin’ me,” he cackled.
Jinny flushed and turned both her cheeks away.
“Why, the day Oi met Annie at Che’msford Fair——” he began.
“I don’t want to hear about Annie,” she said severely. “She wasn’t your wife.”
“That’s why I tarned from iniquity. But she ain’t nobody’s wife now.”