"What a rikkledous fuss!" were the first words the Atom spoke, and a strong odor of peppermint began to pervade the hall.
"Where have you been?" demanded Miss Kezia for the third time.
"Out," laconically.
Nell cried: "Oh, Sheila Pat, you're soaked through! Come and get dry things on!"
"Directly her clothes have been changed I wish to hear an account of what she has been doing," said Miss Kezia.
Denis picked her up into his arms and held her tight. "You're eating peppermint, you vulgar little ragamuffin!"
"He gave it me—he says it keeps out the cold wonderful. He used to take to drink to keep himself warm, but ever since his little baby was borned, a year ago, he sucks peppermint instead!" The excited little voice vanished up the stairs.
"With whom have you been consorting, Sheila?" Miss Kezia's dire tones followed her.
"I haven't been con—con—doin' that at all!" was the indignant response.
Denis translated into the wet ear nearest to him:—