Then she rumpled my hair all over my forehead and ran laughing out of the room.
Suppose Cinderella had rumpled the prince's hair all over his forehead, how would he have liked it?
Suppose the Sleeping Beauty, when the king's son with a kiss set her and all the old clocks agoing in the spell-bound castle--suppose the young minx had looked up and coolly laughed in his eye, I guess the king's son wouldn't have been greatly pleased.
I hesitated a second or two and then rushed after Nelly just in time to run against Miss Abigail, who entered the room with a couple of lighted candles.
"Goodness gracious, Tom!" exclaimed Miss Abigail.

"Are you possessed ?" I left her scraping the warm spermaceti from one of her thumbs.
Nelly was in the kitchen talking quite unconcernedly with Kitty Collins.
There she remained until supper-time.

Supper over, we all adjourned to the sitting-room.

I planned and plotted, but could manage in no way to get Nelly alone.

She and the Captain played cribbage all the evening.
The next morning my lady did not make her appearance until we were seated at the breakfast-table.