Scenes and Characters, or, Eighteen Months at Beechcroft. Yonge Charlotte Mary

myself; and I told you I did not catch it for you to kill; Maurice, indeed, I am sorry I vexed you.’

      ‘What else did you do it for?’ said Maurice.  ‘It is horrid not to be able to leave one’s things a minute—’

      ‘But I did not know the dragon-fly belonged to you, Maurice,’ said Phyllis.

      ‘That is a puzzler, Mohun senior,’ said Reginald.

      ‘Now, Redgie, do get Maurice to leave off being angry with me,’ implored his sister.

      ‘I will leave off being angry,’ said Maurice, seeing his advantage, ‘if you will promise never to let out my things again.’

      ‘I do not think I can promise,’ said Phyllis.

      ‘O yes, you can,’ said Reginald, ‘you know they are not his.’

      ‘Promise you will not let out any insects I may get,’ said Maurice, ‘or I shall say you are as cross as two sticks.’