 upset me. Why wouldn't it upset me? These impertinent, fresh young jackanapes storming into my house with cameras and stuff. Get out. Get out. Get out, I say. Ida, Ida, don't you try to get up. Come on, Kelsey. We'd better go. Excuse me, Ida. I won't interrupt you anymore today. Get out, and don't you ever come back here either one of you. Oh, oh, me hip. Oh, all right, dear, all right. Now, now, just lie back easily. I'll help you.