"The devil doubt it but it's OLD. I'm not so sure about the RESPECT. Why doesn't he kiss me AUNT'S hand as well?"
Ethel went quickly to the staircase. She could not control herself much longer. It was becoming unbearable. As she crossed the room she said with as little heat as possible:
"You don't understand."
"Well, but I'm thryin' to," persisted Peg. "That's why I watch YE all the time."
Ethel turned: she was now at bay:
"YOU WATCH ME?"
"Aren't ye me model?"
"It's contemptible!" cried Ethel.
"Sure I only saw the 'OLD and RESPECTED CUSTOM' by, accident—when I came in through THERE a month ago—an' once since when I came in again by accident—a few days aftherwards. I couldn't help seein' it both times. And as for bein' CONTEMPTIBLE I'm not so sure the CUSTOM doesn't deserve all the CONTEMPT."
Ethel was now thoroughly aroused: