He wore no gaieties like Eustace, the
handkerchief loosely knotted round his neck sailor fashion was plain
black, and he had a gold ring on his little finger.
Dora had the same yellow curly hair, in tight, frizzly rings all over
her head, like a boy's, a light complexion, and blue eyes, in a
round, pug-nosed face; and she hung so entirely on Harold that I
never doubted that she was his sister till, as we were sitting down
to eat, I said, "Can't you come a little way from your brother?"
Eustace gave his odd little giggle, and said, "There, Dora!"
"I'm not his sister--I'm his wife!"
"There!" and Eustace giggled again and ordered her away; but I saw
Harold's brow knit with pain, and as she began to reiterate her
assertion and resist Eustace, he gently sat her down on the chair
near at hand, and silently made her understand that she was to stay
there; but Eustace rather teasingly said:
"Aunt Lucy will teach you manners, Dora. She is my sister, and we
have brought her home to send her to school."
"I won't go to school," said Dora; "Harold would not."
"You won't get away like him," returned Eustace, in the same tone.
"Yes, I shall. I'll lick all the girls," she returned, clenching a
pair of red mottled fists that looked very capable.
"For shame, Dora!" said the low voice.
"Harold did," said she, looking up at me triumphantly; "he beat all
the boys, and had to come back again to Boola Boola.
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