"It's you who's the coward, 'cause you don't hit me. Take that and that," screamed Miss Potter, as she hit the other again and again. "And if you say any more, I'll pull your hair out."
"I'm not a coward; I'm not a coward!" wept Miss Impett. "And you know it."
"I know it!"
"If anything, it's you who's the coward."
"Say it again," threatened Miss Potter, as she raised her fist, while hate gleamed in her eyes.
"Yes, I do say it again. You are a coward; you hit me, and you know I can't hit you back because you're going to have a baby."
There was a pause. Miss Potter's face went white; she raised her hand as if to strike Miss Impett, but as the latter stared her in the eyes, the other girl flinched. Then, tears came into Miss Potter's eyes as she faltered:
"Oh! Oh, you story!"
"Story! story!" began Miss Impett, but was at once interrupted by pacific Miss Allen.
"Ssh! ssh!" she cried fearfully.