asleep with their fists shut tight as wax, he gave a laugh as if he was amused, and said:
“ ‘Two right enough—an’ one on ’em red! Which is the girl, Meg, the black un?’
“ ‘They’re both boys,’ said Meg, quite timidly.
“He turned round, and his eyes went little.
“ ‘Blast ’em then!’ he said. He stood there looking like a devil. Sybil dear, I did not know our George could look like that. I thought he could only look like a faithful dog or a wounded stag. But he looked fiendish. He stood watching the poor little twins, scowling at them, till at last the little red one began to whine a bit. Ma Stainwright came pushing her fat carcass in front of him and bent over the baby, saying:
“ ‘Why, my pretty, what are they doin’ to thee, what are they?—what are they doin’ to thee?’
“Georgie scowled blacker than ever, and went out, lurching against the wash-stand and making the pots rattle till my heart jumped in my throat.
“ ‘Well, if you don’t call that scandylos——!’ said old Ma Stainwright, and Meg began to cry. You don’t know, Cyril! She sobbed fit to break her heart. I felt as if I could have killed him.
“That old gran’ma began talking to him, and he laughed at her. I do hate to hear a man laugh when he’s half drunk. It makes my blood boil all of a sudden. That old grandmother backs him up in everything, she’s a regular nuisance. Meg has cried to me before over the pair of them. The wicked, vulgar old thing that she is——”I went home to Woodside early in September. Emily was staying at the Ram. It was strange that