You'll have your own little table, and--' "Then 'twas' Hi, yi!' 'Bow, wow!' Archibald wa'n't hankerin' for little tables.

He was goin' to eat with us, that's what.

His ma, she argued with him and pleaded, and he yelled and stamped and hurrahed.

When Margaret tried to soothe him he went at her like a wild-cat, and kicked and pounded her sinful.

She tried to take him out of the room, and then Cousin Harriet come down on her like a scow load of brick.
"'Haven't I told you,' says she, sharp and vinegary, 'not to oppose the child in that way?
Archibald has such a sensitive nature,' she says to Grace, 'that opposition arouses him just as it did me at his age.