"But I know what I'd like to do.

I should like to go out and--fight somebody!" So fierce were words and manner, coupled as they were with a pair of gentle eyes ablaze and two soft little hands doubled into menacing fists, that Bertram laughed.
"What a fiery little champion it is, to be sure," he said tenderly.

"But as if fighting could do any good--in this case!" Billy's tense muscles relaxed.

Her eyes filled with tears.
"No, I don't suppose it would," she choked, beginning to cry, so that Bertram had to turn comforter.
"Come, come, dear," he begged; "don't take it so to heart.

It's not so bad, after all.