"'For that eye is so modestly beaming
You ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming—'"
Grim and portentous came an interruption.
"Is it mischievous?"
"Er—" said Denis, and his eye twinkled, "she was when she was a puppy, you see."
"Um," observed Miss Kezia. "If it works any mischief here, it will have to be chained up in the garden."
"Sure, then," burst wildly from the Atom, "'tis myself'll be chained beside her!"
"Sheila, do not be absurd!"
"And she isn't 'it'! If you call her 'it' again, I'll be callin' you a Scotch bannock!"
Nell roused to a perfunctory—
"Oh, Sheila Pat!"