"Better not press it, Roger: another time." Barnes laughed, and yielded.

He carried the child away, murmuring to her, "Naughty, naughty 'ittie girl!"-- a remark which Beatty, tucked under his ear, and complacently sucking her thumb, received with complete indifference.
"There, you see!" said the grandmother, with slightly flushed cheeks, as the door closed: "the child has been already taught to dislike me, and if Roger had attempted to kiss me, she would probably have struck me." "Oh, no!" cried Mrs.French.

"She is a loving little thing." "Except when she is jealous," said Lady Barnes, with significance.

"I told you she has inherited more than her eyes." Mrs.French rose.

She was determined not to discuss her hostess any more, and she walked over to the bow window as though to look at the prospects of the weather, which had threatened rain.