Pantingly the girl rubbed her lips with her sleeve.
"If Sister Ann weren't a lovin' ye," she flashed at him, "I'd tell her how cussed mean ye be! If ye ever try to kiss me again, I'll tear yer eyes out, Mister!"
She was gone before he could stop her, and, like a young fury bounded into the presence of Flukey.
"I know why I hate that feller of Sister Ann's," she muttered; "'cause he's bad--he's a damn dog! That's what he is!"
With a startled ejaculation, Floyd half-rose; but Ann's step in the hall sent him back on the pillow gasping.
Fledra sank down at the table, by effort repressing her breath. She heard the door open, and when Miss Shellington entered her red face was bent low over the grammar.