He tottered away, damning.
Jimmie arose painfully from the ground and confronting his father, began to curse him.

His parent kicked him.

"Come home, now," he cried, "an' stop yer jawin', er I'll lam the everlasting head off yehs." They departed.

The man paced placidly along with the apple-wood emblem of serenity between his teeth.

The boy followed a dozen feet in the rear.