She screamed, and stamped her tiny feet alternately on the ground, till she was purple in the face.

She threw herself down, and rolled in fury on the grass.

Nothing pacified her but a rash promise of Oscar's (which he was destined to hear of for many a long day afterwards) to send for the police, and to have the two men soundly beaten for daring to laugh at Jicks.

She got up from the ground, and dried her eyes with her knuckles, and fixed a warning look on Oscar.

"Mind!" said this curious child, with her bosom still heaving under the dirty pinafore, "the men are to be beaten.