My sister did not interrupt her enumeration of the pleasures of provincial life until she saw her husband giving coffee to the little boys, when a slight discussion ensued.
“Why do you give those children coffee? it won’t do them any good.”
“Bah!”
“It excites them.”
“Bah!”
“And then, they don’t sleep at night.”
“Bah! bah!”
“Oh! how you tire me with your bah! bah! I tell you, I don’t want them to drink it!”
“Just a drop.”
“It makes no difference.”