"No you don't, cousin. I am sure you don't."
"But I do; for I saw your uncle give it you, just now."
"If you saw him, why did you bother so? But I know you did not see him. You are telling me a fib, cousin Frances, and it's very wicked of you!" said Fanny, looking up reproachfully.
At this, as Frances thought, confirmation of her doubts, her rage burst forth.
"You little abominable, good-for-nothing creature! you have the face to accuse me of telling a falsehood; I will have you punished for it. Your Mamma shall know how shamefully you are being brought up by that would-be-saint, Miss Neville."
"If you say a word against my governess," retorted Fanny, "I will tell Mamma, too; all I know you've done."
"What have I done? you little bold thing, speak!" and she grasped the child's arm again, so sharply that Fanny's face flushed hotly with the pain; but she bore it firmly, and never uttered a cry, or said a word in reply.
"Say what have I done. I will know."