Right across the pavement she thrust him, and, pushing him up against the wheel, she banged his head three several times against the side of his own vehicle.
"Can I be of any use to you, aunt ?" asked the large youth, framing himself in the open doorway.
"Not the slightest," panted the enraged lady.

"There, you low blackguard, that will teach you to be impertinent to a lady." The cabman looked helplessly about him with a bewildered, questioning gaze, as one to whom alone of all men this unheard-of and extraordinary thing had happened.

Then, rubbing his head, he mounted slowly on to the box and drove away with an uptossed hand appealing to the universe.

The lady smoothed down her dress, pushed back her hair under her little felt hat, and strode in through the hall-door, which was closed behind her.
As with a whisk her short skirts vanished into the darkness, the two spectators--Miss Bertha and Miss Monica Williams--sat looking at each other in speechless amazement.

For fifty years they had peeped through that little window and across that trim garden, but never yet had such a sight as this come to confound them.
"I wish," said Monica at last, "that we had kept the field." "I am sure I wish we had," answered her sister..