He protested with his usual vehemence, because they had bruised his tender shins against a table leg.
The mother's massive shoulders heaved with anger.

Grasping the urchin by the neck and shoulder she shook him until he rattled.

She dragged him to an unholy sink, and, soaking a rag in water, began to scrub his lacerated face with it.

Jimmie screamed in pain and tried to twist his shoulders out of the clasp of the huge arms.
The babe sat on the floor watching the scene, his face in contortions like that of a woman at a tragedy.

The father, with a newly-ladened pipe in his mouth, crouched on a backless chair near the stove.
Jimmie's cries annoyed him.