If I had another boy here I'd--I'd----" "Well, what ?" demanded Geraldine, flushing.

"I tell you I can misbehave as well as any boy.

Dare me to do anything and you'll see! I dare you to dare me!" Scott began: "Oh, it's all very easy for a girl to talk----" "I _don't_ talk; I _do_ it! And you know perfectly well I do!" "You're a girl, after all, even if you have got on my clothes----" "Didn't I throw as much dough at Olga and Mrs.Bramton as you did ?" "You didn't hit anybody." "I did! I saw a soft, horrid lump stick to Olga!" "Pooh! _You_ can't throw straight----" "That's a lie!" said Geraldine excitedly.
Scott bristled: "If you say that again----" "All right; go and get the boxing-gloves.

You _did_ tell a lie, Scott, because I did hit Olga!" Scott hastily unstrapped his lone skate, cast it clattering from him, and sped up-stairs.

When he returned he hurled a pair of boxing-gloves at Geraldine, who put them on, laced them, trembling with wrath, and flew at her brother as soon as his own gloves were fastened.
They went about their business like lightning, swinging, blocking, countering.