For some time, though she might easily often have put him out, wishing to afford him all the amusement in her power, she refrained from doing so. When she proposed stopping, he, in his usual style, ordered her to go on. She did so a few minutes longer, and, as he now managed to hit the ball to a considerable distance, she had to run about a great deal. At last she began to lose patience, and, rolling the ball against the trap, she told him that he must now give up the bat to her. On this he threw it down, declaring he had played long enough. "That is not fair," she exclaimed. "You ought to go and look out for me." He refused to do so, and walked away; while Fanny, feeling more angry with him than she had ever before been, went into the house. "As Norman will not play properly, I must go and amuse myself with Miss Lucy," she thought. She entered her room; Miss Lucy was not on her bed, where she was certain she had left her. She hunted about, and then went to Susan to ask if she had taken her. "I have not even been into your room, Miss Fanny," answered Susan; "but I suspect, if she has gone, who took her. Just do you go and ask your brother." Fanny ran after Norman, and found him in the path leading to their part of the garden. "Where is my doll?" she inquired. "What do I know about your doll?" he exclaimed. He was afraid to say that he had not taken her because he remembered the whipping his papa had given him. "I am sure you have taken her," exclaimed Fanny; "Susan says so, and told me to ask you." "How did she dare to say that?" cried Norman. "You had better look for your doll, and if you find her you will have her again, and if not, you will not be worse off than I am without my football, which I liked just as much as you do your stupid doll." "My doll is not stupid," cried Fanny; "you tried to make her so by cutting her head off, you naughty, ill-natured boy;" and Fanny seized his arm feeling much inclined to box his ears. "Let me alone," cried Norman. "I am not going to talk about your stupid doll, and stupid she is; and I wish Mrs Norton had not put on her head again. I will tell papa you pinched me, though you do pretend to be so sweet and gentle." Fanny felt both hurt and indignant and angry at this accusation. She let go her brother's arm, and looked at him in a way which she had never before done. "You have taken my doll, I know you have, and I do not believe you, even though you say that you have not," she exclaimed. "I won't say anything about it," said Norman, looking very determined. "Then I must ask granny and mamma, to make you, you naughty boy," she cried. "They cannot make me if I do not know where she is; and I will pay you off for threatening me," cried Norman.