You know what she said she'd do to you if you called me anything but Fidelia." "And you know what she said she'd do to you if you kept calling me Howl," shouted the larger of the boys, making a saucy face and darting forward to give one of her long plaits of hair a sudden pull.
Quick as a flash, Fidelia turned, and catching him by the wrists, twisted them till he began to whimper with pain, and tried to set his teeth in her hand.
"You _dare_ bite me, you little beast!" she cried.

"You just dare, and I'll tell mamma how you spit at the waiter the morning we left the hotel." Lloyd was scandalised.

They were quarrelling like two little dogs, seemingly unconscious of the fact that a hundred people were within hearing.

As Fidelia seemed to be getting the upper hand, the little brother joined in, calling in a high piping voice, "And if you squeal on Howell, Fidelia Sattawhite, I'll tell mamma how you went out walking by yourself in New York when she told you not to, and took her new purse and lost it! So there, Miss Smarty!" "Oh, those dreadful American children!" said an English woman near Lloyd.
"They're all alike.

At least the ones who travel.