in the first three years. You ought to have seen me work my way up from a flivver to this one I've got."
By her husband's swift look Alice realized that peace between them was restored, and that Tom Marcey had indulged in as much reminiscence concerning the little red schoolhouse as he had a mind for just then. So great was his reaction that Sunday morning at the breakfast table, he glared fiercely at his offspring and said:
"Let me catch one of you waddling around like a goose, or chewing a piece of gum, or saying 'youse guys,' or in any other way acting like congenital idiots or defectives instead of normal children, and I'll punish that child as I have never punished any child before."
