Another William Mayne quote, with the quirky English sense of humour.
'There's a lot put in our way,' said Katherine. 'Among
them is your feet. How you fill the house, you gurt thing.'
'Then I'm bound to move my feet,' said Profound. 'I get
them trodden on plenty, oh, Lord. Come up, you boots, out
of the lady's way. There they are, putting out their tongues
at you, lady. You ain't polite boots, you two, especially you,
Mr Left Boot. You got a saucy look.'
'Stop your nonsense,' said Katherine, and tapped him on
the head with a spoon, as if he were a hard boiled egg. 'You find
water tomorrow, and don't laze about under my feet all day
through like an old dog. You and father be space-eaters,
there en't never no room about you.'
page 124, The Rolling Season, William Mayne, Oxford Press, 1960.
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