"No," said Louisa, mysteriously; "I am not eating them."
"What are you doing with them—can't you answer then? I'm not playing with you, child!"
"Oh! As to that, Cecilia, you know I need not answer you unless I choose it; not but what I would, if you would only ask me civilly—and if you would not call me child."
"Why should not I call you child?"
"Because—because—I don't know;—but I wish you would stand out of my light, Cecilia, for you are trampling upon all my strawberries."
"I have not touched one, you covetous little creature!"
"Indeed—indeed, Cecilia, I am not covetous. I have not eaten one of them—they are all for your friend Leonora. See how unjust you are."
"Unjust! That's a Cant word you learned of my friend Leonora, as you call her, but she is not my friend now."
"Not your friend now!" exclaimed Louisa. "Then, I am sure you must have done something very naughty."
"How!" said Cecilia, catching hold of her.