No sooner had he rounded the corner than something did happen.
A girl who had left Double Dykes with a letter was walking quickly toward Monypenny.

She wore a white pinafore over a magenta frock, and no one could tell her whether she was seven or eight, for she was only the Painted Lady's child.

Some boys, her natural enemies, were behind; they had just emerged from the Den, and she heard them before they saw her, and at once her little heart jumped and ran off with her.

But the halloo that told her she was discovered checked her running.

Her teeth went into her underlip; now her head was erect.