It avenged her delightfully to see Miss Sparkes gripped by the waist and hoisted for removal.

But Mrs.Clover was evidently possessed by very different feelings.

Drawing back, as if in alarm or shame, a glow on each cheek, she uttered an involuntary cry of protest.
"No, Mr.Gammon, I can't have that!" It was doubtful whether the champion heard, for he unmistakably had his work set.

Tooth and nail Polly contested every inch of ground.

One moment her little fists were pummelling Gammon in the face, the next she tugged at his hair.