But when he stopped speaking she jerked round upon him.
'Leave me behint, an I'll murder her!' The child's look was demoniacal.

'No, yo won't,' said David, laughing.

'I' th' fust place, Aunt Hannah could settle a midge like yo wi yan finger.

I' th' second, hangin isn't a coomfortable way o' deein.

Yo wait till I coom for yo, an when we'st ha got reet away, an can just laugh in her face if she riles us,--_that_'ll spite her mich moor nor murderin.' The black eyes gleamed uncannily for a moment and the sobbing ceased.