"Greeba, lass, Greeba, lass," Jacob protested, "don't say he wouldn't take kind to the own brothers of his own wife."
"He also knows what you did for her," said Greeba, "and the sorry plight you brought her to."
"What!" cried Jacob, "you never mean to say you are going to show an ungrateful spirit, Greeba, after all we've brought you?"
"Small thanks to you for that, after defrauding me so long," said Greeba.
"What! Keeping you from marrying that cheating knave?" cried Jacob.
"You kept me from nothing but my just rights," said Greeba. "Now go—go."
Her words fell on them like swords that smote them hip and thigh, and like sheep they huddled together with looks of amazement and fear.
"Why, Greeba, you don't mean to turn us out of the house," said Jacob.
"And if I do," said Greeba, "it is no more than you did for our dear old father, but less; for that house was his, while this is mine, and you ought to be ashamed to show your wicked faces inside its doors."
"Oh, the outrageous little atomy," cried Asher.