working in his excitement.

The ragged girl went stealthily over to the corner where the
urchin lay.

"Are yehs hurted much, Jimmie?" she whispered timidly.

"Not a damn bit! See?" growled the little boy.

"Will I wash deh blood?"

"Naw!"

"Will I--"

"When I catch dat Riley kid I'll break 'is face! Dat's right! See?"

He turned his face to the wall as if resolved to grimly bide
his time.

In the quarrel between husband and wife, the woman was victor.
The man grabbed his hat and rushed from the room, apparently
determined upon a vengeful drunk. She followed to the door and
thundered at him as he made his way down stairs.

She returned and stirred up the room until her children were
bobbing about like bubbles.

"Git outa deh way," she persistently bawled, waving feet
with their dishevelled shoes near the heads of her children.