Hold on, you can't get away from me! I have a mind to give you another!" "Oh, Miss Brodie, please," pleaded Cameron, coming forward to Rob's rescue, "I assure you I was partly to blame; it is only fair I should share his punishment." "Indeed," cried Miss Brodie, the blood coming back into her cheeks that had been white enough a moment before, "if it were not for your size, and your--looks, I should treat you exactly the same, though not with the same intent, as our friend Mr.Rae would say.

You did that splendidly!" "Alas! for my size," groaned Cameron--he was in great spirits--"and alas! for my ugly phiz!" "Who said 'ugly' ?" replied Miss Brodie.

"But I won't rise to your bait.
May I introduce you to my uncle, Sir Archibald Brodie, who has a little business with you ?" "Ah! Mr.Cameron," said that gentleman, "that was extremely well done.

Indeed, I can hardly get back my nerve--might have been an ugly accident.

By the way, Sir," taking Cameron aside, "just a moment.