"Tosspots"

"Do be careful, Livingston," said Mrs. Lovechild."I shall try," said Livingston.She adjusted his muffler around his neck."No fights," she said."Again, I'll try," said Livingston.She turned to Harry."Please keep an eye on Livingston, Mr. Peachnut," she said."I, um," said Harry."It's Beachcroft, Mother, not Peachnut," said Livingston."Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Peachcraft," said Mrs. Livingston. "Do those Wellingtons fit you?""Yes," said Harry. His old Thom McAn brogans were still drying on the hearth, and he had been supplied with these sturdy rubber boots."My late husband used to wear them, trolling the marshes hunting duck and pheasant with his beloved Purdey shotgun. He was a real man.""Let's go, Harry," said Livingston."It was very nice meeting you, Mr. Poshworth," said Gwendolyn to Harry."You too, Miss Lovechild," said Harry."Please do come and visit us again.""I would like that," said Harry."Here, old man," said Ralston to Harry, and he handed him a heavy implement covered in…