I won't! Where's papa?
I want to write to him; I know he won't allow it.

Do you hear?
Where's papa ?" She fastened her little hands on Mr.Sarrazin's coat collar and tried to shake him, in a fury of resolution to know what it all meant.

At that critical moment Mrs.Presty opened the door, and stood petrified on the threshold.
"Hanging on to Mr.Sarrazin with her arms _and_ her legs!" exclaimed the old lady.

"You little wretch, which are you, a monkey or a child ?" The lawyer gently deposited Kitty on the floor.
"Mind this, Samuel," she whispered, as he set her down on her feet, "I won't be Miss Norman." Mrs.Presty pointed sternly at the open door.

"You were screaming just now, when quiet in the house is of the utmost importance to your mother.
If I hear you again, bread and water and no doll for the rest of the week." Kitty retired in disgrace, and Mrs.Presty sharpened her tongue on Mr.
Sarrazin next.