You'd ought to be prouder of your daughter than you are of an overcoat, I should think." Mr.Mullet muttered something to the effect that he was dum sure he was not proud of his present overcoat.

His wife ignored the complaint.
"And you'll be proud of Irene when she comes home," she declared.

"She won't be like that Mary-'Gusta, standin' up behind the counter and sellin' goods." "Why, now, Becky, what's the matter with her doin' that?
She always used to sell goods, and behind that very counter, too.

And she certainly can SELL 'em!" with a reminiscent chuckle.
Mrs.Mullet glared at him.

"Yes," she drawled, with sarcasm, "so she can--to some folks.