"Hold on, Ma!" I says, having managed to get my breath before she reached the door. "Say that again, will you?"
She turned and come back at that, still keeping up the careless stuff.
"Certainly," she says, "Bolsheviki meeting. Are you interested in this up-to-date stuff?"
"Interested!" I says. "Of course I am. I'm against it. Why Ma Gilligan!" I says. "Do you know what Bolshevism is?"
"Do you?" says Ma, sweetly.
"No!" says I. "And neither do they. But I am sure it's the bunk, and I feel it's wrong, and I am ashamed of you going!"
"How old-fashioned of you, dearie," says Ma. "Have you ever heard a speaker or been to a meeting?"
"I don't need to!" I says short, being kind of at a loss.
"Well, I have!" says Ma, triumphant.
"Where was it at?" I demanded.