Her large, high-colored face was also distinctly pretty, but she did not seemed to be cognizant of that to the result of any satisfaction.
"Sister's little honey love!" she repeated after Maria, with fairly a snarl of satire.
Maria had spirit, although she was for the moment dismayed.
"Well, she is--so there," said she.
"You wait till you have a few more little honey loves," said Annie Stone, "and see how you feel." With that Annie Stone went her way, with soft flounces of her short, stout body, and Maria was left.

She was still defiant; her blood was up.

"Sister's little honey love," she said to the baby, in a tone so loud that Annie Stone must have heard.

"Were folks that didn't have anything but naughty little brothers jealous of her ?" Annie Stone had, in fact, a notorious little brother, who at the early age of seven was the terror of his sisters and all law-abiding citizens; but Annie Stone was not easily touched.
"Sister's little honey love," she shouted back, turning a malignant face over her shoulder.

She had that very morning had a hand-to-hand fight with her naughty little brother, and finally come out victorious, by forcing him to the ground and sitting on him until he said he was sorry.