And at this unexpected rejoinder--much to Mr Jefferson's annoyance--Dora's pretty lips parted in an unmistakable smile.
CHAPTER IX.
IN THE PILLORY.
The somewhat strained situation brought about by Mr Jefferson's remark was suddenly relieved by a loud scream, and then a volume of shrill protest from Mary, who appeared, judging by the sound of her voice, to be in close proximity to the drawing-room door.
"Shut hup, Master Frank--give hover, I say. Your pa shall 'ear of this----"
Master Frank jeered rudely. "Bah, tell-! Don't care if he does!"
"Oh!" shrieked Mary, "it's bitin' me. Take it off, Master Frank!"
Mr Maybury walked to the door and, opening it, looked into the hall.
"What is the matter, Mary--why are you making so much noise?" he inquired.
"Master Frank put a beetle on my neck," whimpered Mary.