“Why doesn’t she tell them off?” whispered Mrs. Phelps from next door. “I’d call their parents and give them hell.” But old Mag kept watering her flowers, and humming under her breath. The abundance of her good nature was unfathomable. It was as if she were entirely blind to what they were doing.
And this stole the zing of their actions somewhat. Whenever they saw her, they acted extra boisterously. To them, it seemed she was ignoring their actions. But while she hummed, smiled, and offered kind words, her sharp eyes missed nothing.