'I'll little girl you!' He sprang up three stairs and hit out.
There was a squawk--the most bird-like noise any one had ever heard from the Phoenix--and a fluttering, and a laugh in the darkness, and Ike said-- 'There now, you've been and gone and strook my Poll parrot right in the fevvers--strook 'im something crool, you 'ave.' Robert stamped with fury.

Cyril felt himself growing pale with rage, and with the effort of screwing up his brain to make it clever enough to think of some way of being even with those boys.

Anthea and Jane were as angry as the boys, but it made them want to cry.

Yet it was Anthea who said-- 'Do, PLEASE, let us have the bird.' 'Dew, PLEASE, get along and leave us an' our bird alone.' 'If you don't,' said Anthea, 'I shall fetch the police.' 'You better!' said he who was named Urb.

'Say, Ike, you twist the bloomin' pigeon's neck; he ain't worth tuppence.' 'Oh, no,' cried Jane, 'don't hurt it.