There'll be no handin' over about it.

But the odds are against us, and there's no reason why you should be in the rumpus, Georgianna.

You may not understand what we're facin'." The housekeeper drew herself up.

Her face was very red and her small eyes snapped.
"Cy Whittaker," she began, manners and deference to employer alike forgotten, "don't you say no more of that wicked foolishness to me.

I'll leave the minute you're mean-spirited enough to let that child go and not afore.