Peggy Lacey pushed Skipper John away.
"I'll not yield t' nobody!" she stormed, her soft little face gone hard with a savage determination. Her red little lips curled and the nostrils of her saucy little nose contemptuously expanded. "I've neither eye-glasses nor grammar," said she, "but I'll ensnare Dickie Blue for all that."
"I would," said Skipper John.
"An' without scruple!"
"Not a twinge!"
"I'd have no mercy."
"Not I!"
"An' I'd encourage no delay."
"Skipper John, do you write that letter t' St. John's this very day," said Peggy, her soft, slender little body magnificently drawn up to the best of its alluring inches. She snapped, "We'll see what comes o' that!"