If he comes papa will kill him--so!" He struck his fist on the rail of the balustrade to show how he would kill Willems, and, perching the consoled child on his shoulder held her with one hand, while he pointed toward the retreating figure of his visitor.
"Look how he runs away, dearest," he said, coaxingly.

"Isn't he funny.
Call 'pig' after him, dearest.

Call after him." The seriousness of her face vanished into dimples.

Under the long eyelashes, glistening with recent tears, her big eyes sparkled and danced with fun.

She took firm hold of Almayer's hair with one hand, while she waved the other joyously and called out with all her might, in a clear note, soft and distinct like the pipe of a bird:-- "Pig! Pig! Pig!".