Look at me! I've brought you the boy you wanted to play with." Her brother turned, considered her with patronising toleration, then shrugged his shoulders.
"You look like one, but you're no good," he said.
"I can be just as bad as any boy!" she insisted.

"I'll do whatever you do; I'll do worse, I tell you.

Dare me to do something!" "You don't dare skate backward into the red drawing-room! There's too much bric-a-brac." She turned like a flash and was off, hopping and clattering down-stairs on her single skate, and a moment later she whirled into the red drawing-room backward and upset a Sang-de-boeuf jar, reducing the maid to horrified tears and the jar to powder.
Howker strove in vain to defend his dining-room when Scott appeared on one skate; but the breakfast-room and pantry were forcibly turned into rinks; the twins swept through the halls, met and defeated their nurses, Margaret and Betty, tumbled down into the lower regions, from there descended to the basement, and whizzed cheerily through the kitchen, waving two skateless legs.
There Mrs.Bramton attempted to buy them off with tribute in the shape of cup-cakes.
"Sure, darlints, they do be starvin' yez," purred Mrs.Bramton.

"Don't I know the likes o' them?
Now roon away quietlike an' ladylike----" "Like a hen," retorted Scott.

"I want some preserves." "That's all very well," said Geraldine with her mouth full, "but we expected to skate about the kitchen and watch you make pastry.