What did you come in for--or rather for what did you burst in ?" "We came to play with the Haddock," volunteered Dam.
"Very kind and thoughtful of you, I am sure," commented Miss Smellie sourly.

"Most obliging and benevolent," and, with a sudden change to righteous anger and bitterness, "Why don't you speak the truth ?" "I am speaking the truth, Miss--er--Smellie," replied the boy.

"We did come to play with the dear little Haddock--like one plays with a football or a frog.

I didn't say we came for Haddock's _good_." "We needed the Haddock, you see, Miss Smellie," confirmed Lucille.
"How many times am I to remind you that Haddon Berners' name _is_ Haddon, Lucille," inquired Miss Smellie.

"Why must you always prefer vulgarity?
One expects vulgarity from a boy--but a girl should try to appear a Young Lady." With an eye on Dam, Lucille protruded a very red tongue at surprising length, turned one eye far inward toward her nose, wrinkled that member incredibly, corrugated her forehead grievously, and elongated her mouth disastrously.