"Do you suppose that you are hidden?
Did it never occur to you that we could see your reflection in the glass ?" Thus adjured, I reissue forth.
"Did you ever see such a fool as I look ?" say I, feeling very sneaky, and going through a few uncouth antics to disguise my confusion.
"Talk of _me_ being a Brat," cries the Brat, triumphantly.

"I am not half such a brat as you are! You look about ten years old!" "Mark my words!" cries Bobby.

"Wherever you go, on the Continent, you will be taken for a good little girl making a tour with her grandpapa!" Bobby is speaking at the top of his voice; as, indeed, we have all of us rather a bad habit of doing.

Bobby has the most excuse for it, as, being a sailor, I suppose that he has to bellow a good deal at the blue-jackets.

In the present case, he has _one_ more listener than he thinks.