“Now, Norman,” she exclaimed, “what do you deserve?”
“I do not care what I deserve, but I know that you had better not slap my face, for mamma was angry with you when you did so before, and papa says he won’t allow anybody to beat me but himself, so just go and get the carriage as you said you would. You must not leave it there, somebody will run away with it, and I shall have to walk all the way home.”
“Very well, do you stay where you are, and I will go and bring it across,” said Fanny.
Norman agreed to stop, and Fanny went back carefully making her way over the stepping-stones. She found the task of dragging the carriage across without stepping into the water much greater than she had expected. Norman shouted to her to make haste.
“I am doing my best, and cannot go faster,” she answered.
“If you are not quicker I will stay here no longer,” answered Norman.
Without stopping to see whether she did move faster, off he ran.
At that moment poor Fanny’s foot slipped, and before she could regain her balance, down she fell into the stream. In doing so she hurt her arm, and wet her clothes almost all over. Norman, instead of coming to help her, laughed heartily at her misfortune, and scampered away crying out, “It served you light, you should have come faster when I told you.”
Poor Fanny felt very much inclined to cry with vexation, but knowing that that would do no good, she managed to scramble up again, and as her feet were wet, she stepped on through the water, and soon got the carriage to the other side of the stream. As Norman did not come back to her, she ran after him, dragging it on.
“Norman! Norman!” she cried out, but instead of coming back, he made his way towards the cottage.