Mr.Boddy looked in a puzzled way; had he really come in his coat and forgotten it?
He drew nearer.
'That's no coat o' mine, Lyddy,' he said.
Thyrza broke into a laugh.
'Why, whose is it, then ?' she exclaimed.

'Don't play tricks, grandad; put it on at once!' 'Now come, come; you're keeping Mary waiting,' said Lydia, catching up the coat and holding it ready.
Then Mr.Boddy understood.

He looked from Lydia to Thyrza with dimmed eyes.
'I've a good mind never to speak to either of you again,' he said in a tremulous voice.

'As if you hadn't need enough of your money! Lyddy, Lyddy! And you're as bad, Thyrza; a grown-up woman like you, you ought to teach your sister better.

Why there; it's no good; I don't know what to say to you.