I gave him a shove and told him I wouldn't.

I pushed up close to him again and we glared into each other's eyes.
Suddenly he spat in my face.

I gave him a scratch on the forehead with my finger-nails.

Then we fell upon each other and rolled on the ground and hit and scratched with feline ferocity.
Mrs.Wills ran out of the house and parted us.

Our blood was hot, and leaking through the skin of our faces a little.
"He pitched on me," Henry explained.
I couldn't speak.
"Go right home--this minute--you brat!" said Mrs.Wills in anger.
"Here's your tea.