You are not queen here yet, if you think you are." A tolerably smart box on the ear was the accompaniment to this speech.
Nobody was near.

Alexander, after joining his friend in a meringue or two with a cream cake, not feeling quite comfortable in the connection, had moved off.

So did Ransom now, but he carried his pie with him and called the other two boys to bear him company in making lunch of it.
Preston was much too gentlemanly a fellow to take part even of a lark pie in such circumstances; he walked off in disdain, leaving Ransom and Alexander to do what they liked.

And they liked the pie so well that I am bound to say nothing of it remained very soon excepting the dish.
Even the bones were swallowed by Fido.
Daisy was left alone under the tree with her occupation gone; for Fido was after the lark bones.

Her ear rang a few minutes from the application of Ransom's hand; but that effect had passed off long before Daisy's mind was quieted.