"I'll leave it for you to prove; you're one of those who thinks every yarn entertaining till they touch yourself."
"Two to one on Carry every time when me grandma's the umpire," grinned Andrew round the corner.
"Carry, you've had enough to say. I forbid any more in my house," said grandma, rising to order.
"I declare this a drawn fight," said Andrew.
"You can have it out with Mrs Bray in her own house if you want, but no more of it here," continued grandma.
"Don't you dare come to my house," said Mrs Bray.
"Your house! no fear; I never associate with scandal-mongers," contemptuously retorted Carry, as Mrs Bray made a precipitate departure, emitting something about a hussy who didn't know her place as she went.
"I'm surprised at you!" said grandma. "Her tongue does run on a little sometimes, but you ought to remember she's old enough to be your mother, and girls do owe somethink to women with families."
"And women with families and homes ought to remember they owe something to girls that aren't settled, because they haven't got a man caught yet to keep them."
"Well, this ain't my quarrel, an' don't you bring it up to me again. A woman that's rared a family, and two of them like I have done, has enough with her own dissensions."