"How," she asked pathetically, later on, "can I feel good and sorry when she's scolding us with such a long nose? Her upper lip comes down and it drags her nose down with it. It's like a barometer—I can always tell how her temper is by the length of her nose!"
"You've tired the Atom out, anyway," teased Denis.
Sheila Pat was on his knee: her head had lain motionless against his shoulder for the last half hour. She sat up as if worked by a wire.
"I'm not tired, Denis O'Brien! A person has things to think about sometimes!"
"Hulloa, thought you were asleep!"
The Atom struggled to get off his knee, but he held her fast.
"Please let me go, Denis!"
"You're not angry with your one and only brother, Sheila Pat?"
"You shouldn't be sayin' rude things," she wavered. She adored Denis so deeply that she could never hold out long against him.
"It was all her fault to-day, anyway," declared Molly. "She just wouldn't settle down to anything!"