“Where d’you git it at?”
“I built it.”
“Gimme’t!”
“You build you one for your own self now.”
“’At one’s good enough for me.”
“Maw! You make Sam lea’ my youse alone.”
Mrs. Nuddle moaned: “Sammie, don’t bother Little Brother now. You go on about your own business.”
Smash! splash! Sam had kicked the house into ruins with the side of his foot.
Mamise was so angry that before she knew it she had darted at him and smacked him with violence. Instantly she was ashamed of herself. Sam began to rub his face and yowl:
“Maw, she gimme a swipe in the snoot! She hurt me, so she did.”