Olly, stop bawling this moment." "I won't," screamed Olly.

"You hurt me, you did, and if I can't have a cookie I'll cry just as loud as ever I can; so there!" "Then you'll cry in the house and not on the front steps.

I won't have it.

Come in immediately." And holding up her habit with one hand, the young lady reached out with the other,--a very small and white but determined-looking little hand Denham noticed (from where he stood he could not see her face)--and wrenching the child by no means gently away from Phebe, she dragged him with her toward the parlor.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" cried Olly, vociferously, doing battle valiantly with hands and feet as he went.

"I hate you every day worse than ever!" "Hate me all you like," said Gerald, with utmost coolness and disdain.