'Now then, mum,' he began gruffly.
"'Come along quiet, or I'll eat your heart,' cried Sam in my ear hoarsely.

'Stop, or I'll flay you.' It was frightful to hear the words and see the neatly shawled old spinster who whispered them.
"I yelled, and yelled--I was in for it now.

I screamed comic refrains that vulgar young men had sung, to my regret, at our village concerts; I rolled to and fro like a ninepin about to fall.
"'If you can't get your friend on quiet, ladies,' said the policeman, 'I shall have to take 'er up.

Drunk and disorderly she is right enough.' "I redoubled my efforts.

I had not been brought up to this sort of thing; but I believe I eclipsed myself.