She was really astonished--being a dry and rather hard little girl--at her affection for Bim.
The nurse seized on the unresisting villain of the piece and shook him.
"You _naughty_ little boy! To go and break your sister's beautiful mug.
It's your horrid temper that'll be the ruin of you, mark my words, as I'm always telling you." (Bim had never been known to lose his temper before.) "Yes, it will.

You see, you naughty boy.

And all the other children as good as gold and quiet as lambs, and you've got to go and do this.

You shall stand in the corner all tea-time, and not a bite shall you have." Here Bim began, in a breathless, frightened way, to sob.
"Yes, well you may.

Never mind, Miss Lucy, I dare say your uncle will bring you another." Here she became conscious of an attentive and deeply interested audience.