“But I want it now.”
“It will take me only a little while.”
“But I won’t wait.”
Miss Watts became aware that this was the initial clash of arms.
“No? Well, don’t let me keep you then. Is that your room?”
“If you don’t do what I want, I’ll yell so everybody in the house will come to see what’s the matter.”
Miss Watts glanced at her and smiled.
“That will be interesting,” she said.
Whereupon Isabelle opened her mouth and emitted long, loud shrieks. Miss Watts continued counting handkerchiefs. The howls grew more artificial in quality, but louder in volume. Isabelle grew red in the face. This was hard work. After about three minutes of bedlam Miss Watts remarked:
“But where is the audience, Isabelle? I’m afraid you have cried ‘Wolf! Wolf!’ too often.”