He went by quietly, and Miss Nugent, raging inwardly that she had misbehaved to no purpose, withdrew her tongue for more legitimate uses.
"Boo," she cried; "who had his hair pulled ?" Master Hardy pursued the even tenor of his way.
"Who's afraid to answer me for fear my father will thrash him ?" cried the disappointed lady, raising her voice.
This was too much.

The enemy retraced his steps and came up to the gate.
"You're a rude little girl," he said, with an insufferably grown-up air.
"Who had his hair pulled ?" demanded Miss Nugent, capering wildly; "who had his hair pulled ?" "Don't be silly," said Master Hardy.

"Here." He put his hand in his pocket, and producing some nuts offered them over the gate.

At this Miss Nugent ceased her capering, and wrath possessed her that the enemy should thus misunderstand the gravity of the situation.
"Well, give 'em to Jack, then," pursued the boy; "he won't say no." This was a distinct reflection on Jack's loyalty, and her indignation was not lessened by the fact that she knew it was true.
"Go away from our gate," she stormed.

"If my father catches you, you'll suffer." "Pooh!" said the dare-devil.