“Mrs. Tom Everest.”
“I might ’a’ known it—I might ’a’ guessed. Takin’ the bread out of the mouth of an honest man.”
“How about the demoralizing effect on children, of screaming cats dragged through the city in bags?”
“Screaming fish tails! It don’t hurt ’em.”
“How would you like to be the cat?” asked Barry, slyly.
“She’s always interferin’,” said the old man, passionately; “she’s always stickin’ her little nose into every man’s business.”
“Who runs to help me when I’m ill?” inquired Barry, mischievously.
The old man showed his teeth at him.
“Who always pays my doctor’s bill?” pursued Barry, in his clear voice.
“I’ve jined a benevolent society,” shouted the old man; “she aint a-goin’ to coddle me any more.”