He was not in a good humour, he considered that old Alec ought to have given a bird to him as well as to Fanny, and was inclined to vent his ill-feeling on poor little Robby. Robby, who did not understand that he was angry, without replying, taking out the two apples which he had put back into the carriage, held them up to Norman wishing to offer them to him. "Where did you get those from?" exclaimed Norman. "I thought you would like to have them, young master," said Robby, "I brought them back for you." Norman instead of saying that he was much obliged, not wishing at the moment to eat any fruit and feeling very angry, knocked them out of the little boy's hands. Robby was too much astonished even to offer to pick them up as they lay on the ground. "I am tired of waiting for that old man," said Norman, taking the pole of the carriage; "Fanny come along." Fanny was too much occupied with her bird to hear him, and Norman began to drag off the carriage. Robby thinking that he had no business to run off with it, on the impulse of the moment seized the hinder part of it, and attempted to stop him. "Please don't go away, young master, till grandfather comes back," he said, "he wants to go with you. Miss Fanny, O Miss Fanny, won't you tell your brother to stop?" "Let go the carriage," cried Norman, now more angry than ever, especially at finding that though Robby was so little, his sturdy arms and legs were able to prevent him from drawing on the carriage. "If you do not let go, I will give you such a box on the ears, as you never before have had in your life." Little Robby, who had a spirit of his own, was not to be daunted by the threats of Master Norman. Fanny had by this time got to some distance, or she would have heard what her brother was saying and have interfered. Norman again cried out and threatened Robby, but still the little fellow held on tightly, while he pulled back. Norman tugged and tugged in vain to get on. At last he stopped pulling, and threatened to beat Robby well if he would not let go. Robby looked up at him, and shook his head. Norman at that moment turning round gave a sudden tug at the pole, and started off at full speed. The jerk had the effect of making poor little Robby lose his hold, and back he fell with his legs in the air, and his hands stretched out, while Norman scampered on, turning his head round to laugh at him maliciously. "I told you you had better not!" he shouted. "Now you have got your desert, you will not attempt to play tricks with me again, you young monkey! ah! ah! ah!" and he laughed and jeered at poor little Robby. "Come along, Fanny," he cried out, "I am not going to stop longer for the old man." Fanny though she heard his voice did not understand what he said, and still thought that he and Robby were playing amicably together. She went on talking to her bird which at that moment was to her of more importance than anything else.