"I'll make haste," she tried to say.
"Make haste to lessons, you mean! Stuff! Well—will you come?"
"I can't," she murmured.
"Then you're an ass! I shan't play with you again."
Oswald dashed off in a huff, and Jean's eyes were full.
She turned to the other child:
"Come," she said huskily, "we've got to make haste."
"Was that boy cross with you?" demanded Cyril, as they set off. He clenched his tiny hand, and the blue eyes sparkled. "If anybody is cross with you, I'd like—I'd like to fight him."
"No, you wouldn't! He is my brother. You are never to fight Oswald."
"But I will, if he is cross to you."