Tootie Smith, that's a monstrous falsehood. John Truett wouldn't hit a girl, at least of...

Grandpa:

That doctor must be walking. Rose Smith:
Should I call Papa at the office? Mrs. Anna Smith:
Oh, good heavens no, don't call your father! What could he do? There, there, darling. 'Tootie' Smith:
He tried to kill me... Mrs. Anna Smith:
Now, tell mama. What happened? Esther Smith:
It was the streetcar. I think it hit her. Rose Smith:
It must have knocked her onto the sidewalk, didn't it, Tootie? 'Tootie' Smith:
No, it wasn't a streetcar. It was John Truett. He tried to kill me. Esther Smith:
John Truett? Mrs. Anna Smith:
John Truett hit you? 'Tootie' Smith:
He tried to kill me, and when I screamed, he ran away. Esther Smith:
Tootie Smith, that's a monstrous falsehood. John Truett wouldn't hit a girl, at least of all my sister