“Norman you should not treat Robby so,” said Fanny becoming indignant. “I am sorry to say, Robby, that the little birdie is dead. We did not behave as kindly to it as you would have done.”
“Oh dear! oh dear! how did it die?” asked Robby.
“Hold your tongue, I say,” cried Norman giving him another kick, which made Robby cry.
This attracted the attention of Mrs Vallery who was seated in front with her husband.
“What is the matter, children?” she asked, looking round.
“Nothing at all, mamma, only the stupid child chooses to cry,” answered Norman. “Keep quiet you tiresome little brat.”
“Oh, mamma, will you take Norman in front with you? He has hurt Robby,” said Fanny.
“I won’t go,” answered Norman, “I like to stay where I am. You may take the brat with you if you like, mamma.”
“There is scarcely room for any one,” said Mrs Vallery. “And I must beg you children to be quiet. Fanny, you can keep them from quarrelling, I should hope.”
Poor Fanny would willingly have done so, for Norman was doing his best to spoil the pleasure of her drive. She took Robby to sit beside her, where Norman could not reach him without kicking her. He having vented his anger, now remained quiet, only occasionally giving an angry look at the poor little orphan.