'Papa charged me nothing: he'll not scold me, Ellen--he's never cross, like you!' 'Come, come!' I repeated.

'I'll tie the riband.

Now, let us have no petulance.

Oh, for shame! You thirteen years old, and such a baby!' This exclamation was caused by her pushing the hat from her head, and retreating to the chimney out of my reach.
'Nay,' said the servant, 'don't be hard on the bonny lass, Mrs.Dean.

We made her stop: she'd fain have ridden forwards, afeard you should be uneasy.