Jimmy found much to criticise in his small sister. He felt forced to remonstrate with his mother.
“Don’t you want Jenny to be a good wife like you when she grows up?” he demanded. His mother nodded assent.
“Then you better get busy, ma. You make me give into her all the time ’cause I’m bigger ‘en she is. You’re smaller ‘en pa, but when he comes in, you bring him his slippers, and hand him the paper.” Jimmie yanked his go-cart from baby Jennie, and disregarded her wail of anger as he continued:
“Got to dis’pline her, or she’ll make an awful wife!”