The shoe was pulled on again over the bare foot.

Then the woman slipped a rock the size of her fist into the stocking, and, brandishing this ancient and horrible weapon, lumbered into the nearest fray.
"Oh!--Oh!--Oh!" Bert screamed, with every blow she struck "Hey, old flannel-mouth! Watch out! You'll get yours in a second.

Oh! Oh! A peach! Did you see it?
Hurray for the old lady! Look at her tearin' into 'em! Watch out, old girl!...

Ah-h-h." His voice died away regretfully, as the one with the stocking, whose hair had been clutched from behind by another Amazon, was whirled about in a dizzy semicircle.
Vainly Mary clung to his arm, shaking him back and forth and remonstrating.
"Can't you be sensible ?" she cried.

"It's awful! I tell you it's awful!" But Bert was irrepressible.
"Go it, old girl!" he encouraged.