So there!" And Winona, who aforetime had been able to subdue her unruly sister, found herself baffled, for their mother was ill, and must not be disturbed, and Percy, who might have been on her side, would only lie on the sofa and guffaw.
"Fight it out, like a pair of Kilkenny cats!" was his advice.

"I'll sweep up the fragments that remain of you afterwards.

No, I'm not going to back either of you.

Go ahead and get it over!" Percy had grown immensely during this last term.

He was now seventeen, and very tall, though at present decidedly lanky.