_I'm _tired of licking that pencil." She is evidently hopeless! Rylton, after that first crushing thought, gives way, and, leaning back in his chair, roars with laughter.
"And am I to lick it now!" asks he.
"No, certainly not,".

She is now evidently in high dudgeon.

She puts the pencil back in her pocket, and stands staring at him with her angry little head somewhat lowered.

"After all, you are right; I'm horrid!" says she.
_"I'm_ right! By what authority do you say that! Come now, Tita!" "By my own." "The very worst in the world, then.

Give me back that pencil." "Not likely," says Tita, tilting her chin.