Warner
It'll be their business if he flies up and hurts somebody.
Mrs. W.
Philo wouldn't hurt anything alive. He got mad at me once for killin' a spider.
Warner (scornfully)
Showed his sense there, didn't he?
Mrs. W.
If Philo's queer it's not from my side of the house. You know what your mother was like—wanderin' round nights starin' at the stars with that old spy-glass Captain Barker gave her.
Warner