He could fight with words, if not with blows.
"Look here!" he said, imperiously; "don't let me see you round here again." "Why not ?" "I don't want to see you." "Then you can look the other way," said Andy, independently.
"This is my house." "I thought it was your father's." "That's the same thing.

You'd better stay at home with your mother." "Thank you," said Andy; "you're very kind.

May I come along the road sometimes ?" "If you do, walk on the other side." Andy laughed.

He was no longer provoked, but amused.
"Then, by the same token, you'd better not come by my mother's house," he said, good-humoredly.
"I don't want to come near your miserable shanty," said Godfrey, disdainfully.
"You may come, if you keep on the other side of the road," said Andy, slyly.
Godfrey was getting disgusted; for in the war of words, as well as of blows, his ragged opponent seemed to be getting the better of him.

He turned on his heel and entered the house.