Then, to the woman, "Now mind, Flanagan, Nell's sick; d'ye hear ?" The woman only uttered a defiant growl.
"She's not to be licked again to-night." Norah spoke as one having authority.
"I wish ye'd be mindin' y'r own business, and not come interfarin' wid me.

She's my gal, and I've a right to lick her if I plaze." "Maybe she is and maybe she isn't," retorted Norah.
"Who says she isn't my gal ?" screamed the woman, firing up at this and reaching out for Nell, who shrunk closer to Norah.
"Maybe she is and maybe she isn't," said the queen, quietly repeating her last sentence; "and I think maybe she isn't.

So take care and mind what I say.

Nell isn't to be licked any more to-night." "Oh, Norah," sobbed the child, in a husky, choking voice, "take me, won't you?
She'll pinch me, and she'll hit my head on the wall, and she'll choke me and knock me.

Oh, Norah, Norah!" Pinky could stand this no longer.