"Well, isn't it?"
"And—and you said it 'ud make a noise if one b—banged on it," Hannah cried, piteously.
"Well, see if it don't!" Max shrieked, when papa Karl's hand came down upon him with such superb effect there was no doubting the truth of the assertion.
"Ungrateful children, you are never satisfied," papa Karl cried majestically. "No matter what I do for you, you're always ungrateful—"
"But Karl," mamma Betty interrupted, with quiet decision, in the midst of a storm of sobs, "you can't
expect the children to be very much delighted because Max gets a new suit—something necessary."
"And it's so tight I can't breathe," Max cried, goaded to frenzy by the general grief.