He shot out a forefinger and screamed--yes, positively screamed-- "Ach! zat is ze child--ze fourt' from ze end! I will haf her and no ozzer--you onderstandt ?" Here he swung about upon the Chaplain.
"Ob-serf how she walk! how she carry her chin! If I haf not her for ze May Queen I will haf non.

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Step vorwards, liddle one.
Whad is your name ?" "Corona." Seeing that Mr.Isidore's finger pointed at her, she stepped forward, with a touch of defiance in her astonishment, but fearlessly.
The touch of defiance helped to tilt her chin at the angle he so much admired.
"Cohrona--zat must mean ze chrowned one.