Her eyes had a rolling glare.
"Not a damn cent more of me money will yehs ever get, not a damn cent.
I spent me money here fer t'ree years an' now yehs tells me yeh'll sell me no more stuff! T'hell wid yeh, Johnnie Murckre! 'Disturbance'?
Disturbance be damned! T'hell wid yeh, Johnnie--" The door received a kick of exasperation from within and the woman lurched heavily out on the sidewalk.
The gamins in the half-circle became violently agitated.

They began to dance about and hoot and yell and jeer.

Wide dirty grins spread over each face.
The woman made a furious dash at a particularly outrageous cluster of little boys.

They laughed delightedly and scampered off a short distance, calling out over their shoulders to her.

She stood tottering on the curb-stone and thundered at them.
"Yeh devil's kids," she howled, shaking red fists.