He--" "You wouldn't dare touch me, if my folks were here, you big bully!" screeched the child, in a veritable mania of rage; jumping up and down and actually foaming at the mouth.

"But I'll tell 'em on you! See if I don't! I'll tell 'em how you slung me around and said I was worsen a dirty dog like Lad.

And Daddy'll lick you for it.

See if he don't! He--" The Master could not choke back a laugh; though the poor Mistress looked horribly distressed at the maniac outburst, and strove soothingly to check it.

She, like the Master, remembered now that Cyril's doting mother had spoken of the child's occasional fits of red wrath.