"I wonder what it is all about? I could easily untwist and seal it, but I would not do so for a kingdom!" said Jacko to herself as she turned the tiny note about in her fingers.
"Hand me that note, madam!" said Dr. Grimshaw, in curt and husky tones, as, with stern brow, he stood before her.
"No, sir! it was not intended for you," she said, mockingly.
"By the demons, I know that! Hand it here!"
"Don't swear nor get angry! Both are unbecoming professor!" said the elf, with mocking gravity.
"Perdition! will you give it up?" stamped the doctor, in fury.
"'Perdition,' no;" mocked the fairy.
"Hand it here, I command you, madam!" cried the professor, trying to compose himself and recover his dignity.
"Command away—I like to hear you. Command a regiment, if you like!" said the elf.
"Give it up!" thundered the professor, losing his slight hold upon self-control.