While Phyllis was descending her
brother had made some demonstration that startled her, and she fell
with all the chairs over her, but without hurting herself.
'You naughty troublesome child,' cried Lily, in no gentle tone. 'How
often have you been told to leave off such boyish tricks! And you
choose the very place for disturbing poor Claude, with his bad
headache, making it worse than ever.'
Phyllis tried to speak, but only succeeded in giving a dismal howl.
She went on screaming, sobbing, and roaring so loud that she could
not hear Lily's attempts to quiet her. The next minute Claude
appeared, looking half distracted. Reginald ran off, and as he
dashed out of the room, came full against William, who caught hold of
him, calling out to know what was the matter.
'Only Phyllis screaming,' said Lily. 'Oh, Claude, I am very sorry!'
'Is that all?' said Claude. 'I thought some one was half killed!'
He sank into a chair, pressing his hand on his temples, and looking
very faint. William supported him, and Lily stood by, repeating, 'I
am very sorry--it was all my fault--my scolding--'
'Hush,' said William, 'you have done mischief enough. Go away,
children.
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