"Have you brought a bunch of sleut's too?" says I.
He admits that he has.
"Then chase 'em off the grounds before I has another mental typhoon," says I. "Shoo 'em!"
"If they're not needed," says he, "and you object to——"
"I do," says I.
So he has his machine run out to the road again.
"Now," says I, "seein' as this is a family affair——"
"I beg pardon," puts in Greene; "but you hardly understand the situation. Mrs. Greene need not be consulted at all."
"I've as much right to Gerald as you have!" says she, her eyes snappin' like a trolley wheel on a wet night.
"We will allow the courts to decide that point," says he, real frosty.