"I don't know them! Well, I like that!" Rosie was indignant now. "I guess I know them as well as you do!" Rosie paused, then concluded in triumph: "Don't I know my own brother Terry? I guess he's all right!"
"Terry," Janet repeated, with a significant headshake. "Now I suppose, Rosie, you think you and Terry are great friends, don't you?"
"I don't think so; I know so."
Janet laughed cynically.
"Yes, I suppose you and him are great friends as long as you run your legs off for him. But listen to me, Rosie O'Brien! Do you know what he'd do to you if you was to lose one of his paper customers? He'd beat the very puddin' out of you! I guess I know!"
"Janet, you're crazy!"
"Crazy? All right, Rosie, have it your own way. But I leave it to Mis' O'Brien if I ain't right."
That lady, being, as it were, pledged to Janet's support, instead of vindicating her own son, made the weak admission:
"Well, I must confess there's somethin' in what Janet says."
At Janet's departure, Rosie looked at her mother scornfully.