She would flash into a temper over a mere trifle, and then in a moment flash back into mirth and amiability.
"You can't call her bad-tempered," said Mrs.Peck.

"But she's sharp--she's certainly sharp." "Ay, and she's got a will of her own," commented Adam.

"But she's your charge, missus, not mine.

It's my belief you'll find her a bit of a handful before you've done.

But don't you ask me to interfere! It's none o' my job." "Lor' bless you," chuckled Mrs.Peck, "I'd as soon think of asking Rufus!" Adam grunted at this light reference to his son.