mines?” broke out Lavinia. “Nasty, little spoiled thing, I should like to SLAP her!”
Sara got up quickly on her feet. It must be remembered that she had been very deeply absorbed in the book about the Bastille, and she had had to recall several things rapidly when she realized that she must go and take care of her adopted child. She was not an angel, and she was not fond of Lavinia.
“Well,” she said, with some fire, “I should like to slap YOU— but I don’t want to slap you!” restraining herself.
Minchin and Miss Amelia trying to suppress the angry wails of some child who, evidently, refused to be silenced. She refused so strenuously indeed that Miss Minchin was obliged to almost shout—in a stately and severe manner— to make herself heard.
“What IS she crying for?” she almost yelled.
“Oh—oh—oh!”