He turned about and bellowed at his wife: "Let the damned kid alone for a minute, will yeh, Mary?
Yer allus poundin' 'im.

When I come nights I can't git no rest 'cause yer allus poundin' a kid.

Let up, d'yeh hear?
Don't be allus poundin' a kid." The woman's operations on the urchin instantly increased in violence.
At last she tossed him to a corner where he limply lay cursing and weeping.
The wife put her immense hands on her hips and with a chieftain-like stride approached her husband.
"Ho," she said, with a great grunt of contempt.

"An' what in the devil are you stickin' your nose for ?" The babe crawled under the table and, turning, peered out cautiously.
The ragged girl retreated and the urchin in the corner drew his legs carefully beneath him.
The man puffed his pipe calmly and put his great mudded boots on the back part of the stove.
"Go teh hell," he murmured, tranquilly.
The woman screamed and shook her fists before her husband's eyes.

The rough yellow of her face and neck flared suddenly crimson.