She strided up to him and twirled her fingers in his face.

Her eyes were darting flames of unreasoning rage and her frame trembled with eagerness for a fight.
"T'hell wid yehs! An' who deh hell are yehs?
I ain't givin' a snap of me fingers fer yehs," she bawled at him.

She turned her huge back in tremendous disdain and climbed the stairs to the next floor.
Jimmie followed, cursing blackly.

At the top of the flight he seized his mother's arm and started to drag her toward the door of their room.
"Come home, damn yeh," he gritted between his teeth.
"Take yer hands off me! Take yer hands off me," shrieked his mother.
She raised her arm and whirled her great fist at her son's face.
Jimmie dodged his head and the blow struck him in the back of the neck.
"Damn yeh," gritted he again.

He threw out his left hand and writhed his fingers about her middle arm.