"I could knock your ole long-haired head off."
"I could pull your ears out."
"Come on, then. Have a try."
"Come on yourself!"
Worked up to fighting pitch, they stole round their corners of the bed to the open space at the foot. Then they hurled themselves upon each other.
"GO IT, WILLIAM!" GREAT-AUNT JANE CRIED....
"ANOTHER, ANOTHER!"...
They fought with fierce satisfaction, tearing at each other's hair, punching each other's heads, squirming and rolling on the floor. Suddenly they became aware of a spectator. Great-Aunt Jane was sitting up in bed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright.
"Go it, William!" she said. "Get one in on his nose. That's right, Fatty; well fended! Go on, William. Another, another! No biting, Fatty. Go——Oh, dear!"
There were footsteps on the stairs.