'Well, where is the Libellulla?' said he.
'The dragon-fly?' said Phyllis. 'I let it out.'
'Sold, Maurice!' cried Reginald, laughing at his brother's disaster.
'Upon my word, Phyl, you are very kind!' said Maurice, angrily. 'If
I had known you were such an ill-natured crab--'
'Oh! Maurice dear, don't say so,' exclaimed Phyllis. 'I thought I
might let it out because I caught it myself; and I told you I did not
catch it for you to kill; Maurice, indeed, I am sorry I vexed you.'
'What else did you do it for?' said Maurice. 'It is horrid not to be
able to leave one's things a minute--'
'But I did not know the dragon-fly belonged to you, Maurice,' said
Phyllis.
'That is a puzzler, Mohun senior,' said Reginald.
'Now, Redgie, do get Maurice to leave off being angry with me,'
implored his sister.
'I will leave off being angry,' said Maurice, seeing his advantage,
'if you will promise never to let out my things again.'
'I do not think I can promise,' said Phyllis.
'O yes, you can,' said Reginald, 'you know they are not his.'
'Promise you will not let out any insects I may get,' said Maurice,
'or I shall say you are as cross as two sticks.
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