"Did your father say I took that money?"
"Yes, he did. Didn't I say so lots of times? Edith said you didn't, and papa said you did. What's the matter with your face? It looks awful funny."
"Never mind what it looks like. Tell me what your father said."
"OH, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE SAID, AND I'VE TOLD YOU TEN HUNDRED TIMES."
"Oh, I don't know what he said, and I've told you ten hundred times. Don't hold my arm so tight; it hurts. Let me go, Neal."
"I won't, till you tell me what he said."
"I'll never tell unless you let go. I'll scream, and people'll know you're killing me dead, and then you'll get punished."
She opened wide her mouth and gave a long, piercing shriek.
"Oh, hush up!" exclaimed Neal, roughly; "if I let go will you tell me?"