“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Becky,” said Matt. “Oh, you’re all a bunch of piss-ants,” swore Becky. “Mama! Mama!” several voices chimed at once. Olivia appeared at the door, wiping her hands on her apron. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Becky made Pattie-Cake cry and she ruined the Christmas Tree with bird poop, and she said a bad word!” cried Shirley, her eyes blinking with indignation.
