"Up to some mischief, I doubt." With a sudden, inexplicable rage, Hughie turned toward her.
"It's none of your business! You mind your own business, will you, and leave me alone." The terrible emotions of the last few minutes were at the back of his rage.
"Just wait, you," said Jessie, "till your mother comes.

Then you'll hear it." "You shut your mouth!" cried Hughie, his passion sweeping his whole being like a tempest.

"You shut your mouth, you old cat, or I'll throw this candle at you." He raised the candle high in his hand as he spoke, and altogether looked so desperate that Jessie stood in terror lest he should make good his threat.
"Stop, now, Hughie," she entreated.

"You will be setting the house on fire." Hughie hesitated a moment, and then turned from her, and going into his room, banged the door in her face, and Jessie, not knowing what to make of it all, went slowly downstairs again, forgetting once more Robbie's stockings.
"The old cat!" said Hughie to himself.

"She just stopped me.