My bell! It's mine! Don't break it, Marjory.

Don't break it, will you ?" Marjory was shaking the bell against her ear.

But it was dumb, it made no sound.
"You'll break it, I know you will .-- You'll break it.

Give it ME--" cried Millicent, and she began to take away the bell.

Marjory set up an expostulation.
"LET HER ALONE," said the father.
Millicent let go as if she had been stung, but still her brassy, impudent voice persisted: "She'll break it.