'Miss Hewett! be a friend to me! She's goin' to shut me up all night with the coffin.

Don't let her, miss! I durstn't! Oh, be a friend to me!' 'Little liar!' shouted Clem.

'Oh, that bloomin' little liar! when I never said a word o' such a thing!' 'I'll believe her a good deal sooner than you,' returned Clara sharply.
'Why, anybody can see she's tellin' the truth--can't they, father?
She's half-scared out of her life.

Come in here, Jane; you shall stay here till morning.' By this time all the grown-up people in the house were on the staircase; the clang of tongues was terrific.

Clem held her ground stoutly, and in virulence was more than a match for all her opponents.
Even Bob did not venture to take her part; he grinned down over the banisters, and enjoyed the entertainment immensely.