I used to know her when we lived in New York, but I haven't seen her since we left.

I was five then and she was seven, so she must be neahly thirteen yeahs old now.
When we played togethah she would scream and _scream_ if I didn't give up to her in everything, and as I had a bad tempah, too, we were always fussin'.

She was dreadfully spoiled.

I'll nevah fo'get how my hand bled one day when she bit it, or how she clawed my face till it looked as if a tigah had scratched it." "Then what did you do ?" asked Rob, with a grin.

He had experimented with Lloyd's temper himself in the past.
"I believe that that was the time I pounded her on the back with my little red chair," answered Lloyd, laughing at the recollection.