Isabelle stopped long enough to shout:
“I didn’t cry ‘Wolf!’”
“No?” said Miss Watts, seating herself by the window. “I’ve finished now. Is your concert over?”
The child stared at her.
“Maybe you’d be interested in the story of the man who cried ‘Wolf! Wolf!’”
Isabelle smarted under a sense of defeat.
“I won’t have any stories now.”
“Very good. Of course, I only tell stories as a favour,” she added, pointedly.
The youngster went into her own room. Miss Watts heard her banging around in there. Presently she appeared again.