"Your mother told you not to touch Beauty again.
You'd have the poor little thing's mouth stretched till it had the face-ache, if you weren't watched all the time.

Go away! You are a naughty boy!" Howell's lips shot out in a sullen pout, and the maid, not knowing what he might do next, rose with the poodle in her arms and walked to the other side of the vessel.
"Wish't the little beast was dead!" he muttered.

"I get scolded and punished for nothing at all whenever it is around.

It and Fidelia! I haven't any use for girls and puppy-dogs!" After this uncivil remark he waited for the angry retort which he thought would naturally follow, but to his surprise Lloyd only laughed good-naturedly.

She found him amusing, even if he was rude and cross, and she could not wonder that he had such an opinion of girls, after witnessing his quarrel with Fidelia.