"And I'm going to pull your left," said the other.
When Star came in she saw Mr. Dixie having his fiery whiskers violently pulled by the firm, somewhat dirty hands of the small girls.
"Oh, I say! let me alone and behave yourselves," he said, dropping them to the ground.
They both set up shrieks of indignation, and Star was motioned to a chair at the table.
"Here, Robert," said Mrs. Dixie; "this is one of Miss Peacock's young ladies. Rufus, do clear a place; brush away those crumbs, and then go out to Maria and tell her to bring in fresh tea."
"She's out, mother," said Rufus, not attempting to stir and not removing the crumbs.
"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry!" said Mrs. Dixie. "We look upon it as such an honor having you here, miss. We think an immensity of any of the Manor young ladies."
"Miss Peacock is one of the finest, proudest, grandest women I have ever met," said Mr. Dixie. "Have a seat, miss. Here, Rufus; go out and bring in some more tea."
"I say Maria is out," said Rufus. "Who's to make the tea?"