Her face was red, her hair was tousled, her fingers presented inky signs of a recent writing lesson.
"I'm in a rage," she announced; "and so is the Other One." Carmina called her to the sofa, and tried to find out who this second angry person might be.

"Oh, you know!" Zo answered doggedly.

"She rapped my knuckles.

I call her a Beast." "Hush! you mustn't talk in that way." "She'll be here directly," Zo proceeded.

"You look out! She'd rap _your_ knuckles--only you're too big.