Quill Kipps uttered a curse. “Agreement, my foot,” he muttered. “I don’t know what Cubbins thought he was up to, coming here in the first place, but they had some kind of argument in the church upstairs. One minute they were talking; all at once they were coming to blows.” He shook his head. “It was pathetic. The worst fight ever. They knocked one another’s glasses off, and spent half the time crawling around trying to find them. I’m surprised they didn’t pull each other’s hair.”
not kipps making me giggle
