Jack was throwing the ball at the babies who made vague efforts to catch it.
“I’m so afraid you’ll hurt them.”
“Oh, you old fraid cat! You can’t let a 190 fellow have any fun! I’ll give it to you.”
It was not a heavy ball but he sent it with all his angry might. It struck against her heart and she went down in a little heap.
“I fixed you that time! Come, you can’t play possum over me, get up!”
He touched her with his foot. Pansy ran and fell over her.
“Get up, you little clumsy skunk! You’ll half kill her!”
“Poor Illa. Det up, Illa. Did bad Jack hurt ’ou?”
Jack turned her partly over. Her face was ghastly, with the eyes rolled up.
Aunt Hetty’s bell rang. Jack ran down stairs.