"An' well you might, Mrs. Grimps," cried Mrs. sawney meaningly.
"You'll bring some of your traps with you, sawney," said Mr. Carter.
Mrs. sawney's tone grew in mellowness as her anger increased.
Well, sawney, it's a bad job, certainly; but I've no doubt you've done your best.
Mrs. sawney and Mrs. Grimps were too busily occupied to concern themselves with the movements of their neighbour.
Want them to tell 'Lishe Teachout you're blabbin' about his affairs, you sawney?
When, half an hour later, Mrs. sawney returned to No. 9, her expression was even more grim.
"Good morning, Mrs. Grimps," called Mrs. sawney from her post of vantage.
Trade thrived, and, ere long, sawney had reason to bless the day he crossed the border.
Behind their front doors, Mrs. sawney and Mrs. Grimps waited and watched.