Tiza's never easy but when she's in mischief.

I'm sure these wet days I have'nt known what to do with her indoors all day.

And what must she do this afternoon but tie her tin mug to the cat's tail, till the poor creature was nearly beside herself with fright, and went rushing about upstairs like a mad thing.

And then, just when I happened to be out a minute looking after something, she lets the cat in here, and the poor thing jumps into the saucepan I had just put on with the broth for our supper, and in her fright and all turns it right over.

And now look at my grate, and the fender, and the floor, and the meat there all messed! I expect her father'll give Tiza a good beating when he comes in, and I'm sure I shan't stand in the way." "Oh no, please, Mrs.Backhouse!" said Milly, running up to her with a grave imploring little face.