“What Femke? Somebody’s grandmother again.” He took a step forward; and his attitude was threatening.
“Are you that giant Miller’s sweetheart?” taking another step forward, while Kaatje fell back.
“Young man!”
Kaatje was already outside of the door, Walter close after her with his fists doubled up.
“Young man, what’s the matter with you?”
“What’s the matter with me? I’m tired of being made a fool of. You understand?”
She retreated backwards; he pursued. It may have looked comical; but that was the way his anger chose to express itself. In this manner the girl returned by the same way she came, which was the footpath across the meadow where the clothes were dried.
“Oh, heavens! If the doctor would only come.”
“What do you think of me?” Walter said, punctuating his words.
“Oh, Lord!”