And then came trouble.

She was my sister, but that did not prevent her from treating me abominably, for she had inherited all the viciousness of the Chatterer.

She turned upon me suddenly, in a petty rage, and scratched me, tore my hair, and sank her sharp little teeth deep into my forearm.

I lost my temper.

I did not injure her, but it was undoubtedly the soundest spanking she had received up to that time.
How she yelled and squalled.