She began to howl.
He puffed imperturbably at his pipe for a time, but finally arose and began to look out at the window into the darkening chaos of back yards.
"You've been drinkin', Mary," he said.

"You'd better let up on the bot', ol' woman, or you'll git done." "You're a liar.

I ain't had a drop," she roared in reply.
They had a lurid altercation, in which they damned each other's souls with frequence.
The babe was staring out from under the table, his small face working in his excitement.
The ragged girl went stealthily over to the corner where the urchin lay.
"Are yehs hurted much, Jimmie ?" she whispered timidly.
"Not a damn bit! See ?" growled the little boy.
"Will I wash deh blood ?" "Naw!" "Will I--" "When I catch dat Riley kid I'll break 'is face! Dat's right! See ?" He turned his face to the wall as if resolved to grimly bide his time.
In the quarrel between husband and wife, the woman was victor.

The man grabbed his hat and rushed from the room, apparently determined upon a vengeful drunk.

She followed to the door and thundered at him as he made his way down stairs.
She returned and stirred up the room until her children were bobbing about like bubbles.
"Git outa deh way," she persistently bawled, waving feet with their dishevelled shoes near the heads of her children.