Little Women - 912 Freedom Library

Little Womenher reluctant hands, a shout from the street completed theanguish of the girls, for it told them that their feast wasbeing exulted over by the little Irish children, who weretheir sworn foes. This—this was too much. All flashedindignant or appealing glances at the inexorable Davis, andone passionate lime lover burst into tears.As Amy returned from her last trip, Mr. Davis gave aportentous ‘Hem!’ and said, in his most impressivemanner...‘Young ladies, you remember what I said to you aweek ago. I am sorry this has happened, but I never allowmy rules to be infringed, and I never break my word. MissMarch, hold out your hand.’Amy started, and put both hands behind her, turningon him an imploring look which pleaded for her betterthan the words she could not utter. She was rather afavorite with ‘old Davis’, as, of course, he was called, andit’s my private belief that he would have broken his wordif the indignation of one irrepressible young lady had notfound vent in a hiss. That hiss, faint as it was, irritated theirascible gentleman, and sealed the culprit’s fate.‘Your hand, Miss March!’ was the only answer hermute appeal received, and too proud to cry or beseech,Amy set her teeth, threw bach her head defiantly, and118 of 861