They were new ones and the brushy part kept getting in our way until we happened to think of cutting it off and fighting with the handles.

After that things went more scientifically, until Dick hit me on the nose by mistake.

I wailed and shrieked and had the nose bleed, and Ma whipped Dick and sent him home.

That was about the only duel I ever fought," concluded the stout girl reflectively, "but if there's the slightest possibility of either of you choosing brooms for weapons, I'll give you the benefit of my experience by training you for the fray." "Shall I take her at her word, Ruth ?" laughed Anne.
"No, I'm not worth all that trouble," returned Ruth half shyly.
"We won't have time to escort you home, Ruth," remarked Grace, looking at her watch.

"We must leave you at this corner.