'We'll be over in spite o' you,' cried Milly.
'You lie!' answered she.
'And why not, huzzy?' demanded my cousin, who was less incensed at the affront than I expected. All this time I was urging Milly in vain to come away.
'Yon lass is no wild cat, like thee—that's why,' said the sturdy portress.
'If I cross, I'll give you a knock,' said Milly.
'And I'll gi' thee another,' she answered, with a vicious wag of the head.
'Come, Milly, I'll go if you don't,' I said.
'But we must not be beat,' whispered she, vehemently, catching my arm; 'and ye shall get over, and see what I will gi' her!'
'I'll not get over.'