"Garn! Swank!"
He turned with a dark scowl.
On a doorstep sat a little girl, gazing up at him with blue eyes beneath a tousled mop of auburn hair.
William's eye travelled sternly from her Titian curls to her bare feet. He assumed a threatening attitude and scowled fiercely.
"You better not say that again," he said darkly.
"Why not?" she said with a jeering laugh.
"Well, you'd just better not," he said with a still more ferocious scowl.
"What'd you do?" she persisted.
He considered for a moment in silence. Then: "You'd see what I'd do!" he said ominously.
"Garn! Swank!" she repeated. "Now do it! Go on, do it!"