She tossed her head, and turned: "Oh, I've no time to waste that way," she said.

"You must do your own taming, Mr.Minotaur.
When you're quite civilised, p'raps I'll talk to you." She was gone with the words, carrying her plates with her.
"She's a deal too pert," observed Mrs.Peck to the saucepan she was stirring.

"It's my belief now that that Mr.Knight's been putting ideas into her head.

She's getting wild; that's what she is." Knowing Rufus, she expected no response, and for several seconds none came.
Then to her surprise she heard his voice, deep and sonorous as the bell-buoy that was moored by the Spear Point Reef.
"Maybe she'd tame," he said.
And "Goodness gracious unto me!" said Mrs.Peck, as she lifted her saucepan off the fire..