ed patiently for some minutes, hoping that her brother would let
her finish his toilet. At last, knowing that it was nearly time for her
to go down and make the tea, she brought his stockings and attempted to
put one of them on.

"I told you to wait till I was ready," he exclaimed, and as she
determined if possible on this occasion not to be defeated, stooped down
to draw on one of his stockings. He seized her by her hair, and began
belabouring her with the other which he had snatched out of her hand.

Fanny, supposing him to be in play, persevered in her efforts, but he
continued to pull and pull at her hair, and to beat her about the
shoulders so vehemently that he began to hurt her very much. She at
first only laughed and cried out--

"Pray be quiet, Norman, I shall have the stocking on in a moment."

But as her brother pulled more savagely, she could with difficulty help
shrieking from the pain he inflicted.

"My dear Norman, do let go my hair," she exclaimed, "you are really
hurting me very much."

"I know I am, and I intend to do so. I want to show you the way I
treated my ayah when she dared to do anything I did not like, and I do
not choose to let you meddle with my feet. When I want to put on my
stockings I will put them on myself," and Norman pulled and kicked and
struggled so much that Fanny thought it would be wiser to give up
attempting to draw on the stocking in the hopes that he would then
release her hair from the grasp of his fingers. He was, however, in one
of his evil moods, and, believing that he had gained a victory, instead
of acting the part of a generous conqueror, he cruelly continued to tug
at her hair till poor Fanny could no longer help shrieking out, "Let me
go! let me go, Norman!"

She might, to be sure, have grasped his arms, and holding them have
released herself by force, but the idea of doing so did not enter her
gentle heart, for in the attempt she must have inflicted pain, and she
was ready to suffer anything rather than do that.

Her shrieks brought Susan, who had come up to fasten her frock, into the
room, and she, not at all approving of the way her favourite, Miss
Fanny, was being treated, quickly grasped the young gentleman's wrists,
and made him open his fingers and release his sister's hair.

"You naughty boy, how dare you behave in this way?" she exclaimed
indignantly, "I will take you to your mamma this moment if you do not
behave better, and do as you are tol