Her great arms vent veeling about like a vinmill, as she cuffed and thumped poor Mary for taking her pa's part.

Mary Shum, who was always a-crying before, didn't shed a tear now.

"I will do it again," she said, "if Betsy insults my father." New thumps, new shreex; and the old horridan went on beatin the poor girl till she was quite exosted, and fell down on the sophy, puffin like a poppus.
"For shame, Mary," began old Shum; "for shame, you naughty gal, you! for hurting the feelings of your dear mamma, and beating your kind sister." "Why, it was because she called you a--" "If she did, you pert miss," said Shum, looking mighty dignitified, "I could correct her, and not you." "You correct me, indeed!" said Miss Betsy, turning up her nose, if possible, higher than before; "I should like to see you erect me! Imperence!" and they all began laffin again.
By this time Mrs.S.had recovered from the effex of her exsize, and she began to pour in HER wolly.

Fust she called Mary names, then Shum.
"Oh, why," screeched she, "why did I ever leave a genteel famly, where I ad every ellygance and lucksry, to marry a creatur like this?
He is unfit to be called a man, he is unworthy to marry a gentlewoman; and as for that hussy, I disown her.

Thank heaven she an't a Slamcoe; she is only fit to be a Shum!" "That's true, mamma," said all the gals; for their mother had taught them this pretty piece of manners, and they despised their father heartily: indeed, I have always remarked that, in famlies where the wife is internally talking about the merits of her branch, the husband is invariably a spooney.
Well, when she was exosted again, down she fell on the sofy, at her old trix--more screeching--more convulshuns: and she wouldn't stop, this time, till Shum had got her half a pint of her old remedy, from the "Blue Lion" over the way.