Give me that key, or I 'll make you." "Now, Tom, don't be savage.

I only want to keep you out of a scrape, for Fan will be raging if you go.

Take off her things, and I 'll give up." Tom vouchsafed no reply, but marched to the other door, which was fast, as Polly knew, looked out of the three-story window, and finding no escape possible, came back with a wrathful face.

"Will you give me that key ?" "No, I won't," said Polly, valiantly.
"I 'm stronger than you are; so you 'd better hand over." "I know you are; but it 's cowardly for a great boy like you to rob a girl." "I don't want to hurt you; but, by George! I won't stand this!" Tom paused as Polly spoke, evidently ashamed of himself; but his temper was up, and he would n't give in.

If Polly had cried a little just here, he would have yielded; unfortunately she giggled, for Tom's fierce attitude was such a funny contrast to his dress that she could n't help it.