Why didn't you come ?" "I was working in the garden with Dickon," said Mary.
Colin frowned and condescended to look at her.
"I won't let that boy come here if you go and stay with him instead of coming to talk to me," he said.
Mary flew into a fine passion.

She could fly into a passion without making a noise.

She just grew sour and obstinate and did not care what happened.
"If you send Dickon away, I'll never come into this room again!" she retorted.
"You'll have to if I want you," said Colin.
"I won't!" said Mary.
"I'll make you," said Colin, "They shall drag you in." "Shall they, Mr.Rajah!" said Mary fiercely.

"They may drag me in but they can't make me talk when they get me here.

I'll sit and clench my teeth and never tell you one thing.