Danny, watching her, drew a long face. "What's the matter, Rosie dear? Somebody dead?" Rosie shook her head and sighed. "That old Otto Schnitzer's waiting for me outside." Danny exploded angrily. "The Schnitzer, indeed! I'd like to give that lad a crack wid me stick!" "Danny," Rosie said solemnly, "do you know what I'd do if I was a boy?" "What?" "I'd try a chin-chopper on Otto Schnitzer. That'd fix him!" "It would that!" said Danny, heartily. He paused and meditated. "But what's a chin-chopper, darlint?" Rosie explained. "And Jarge says," she concluded, "they tumble right over like ninepins." "Who's Jarge?" "Jarge Riley, our boarder. He's little but he's a dandy scrapper. Terry says so, too." Danny wagged his head. "Jarge is right. I've turned the same thrick meself in me younger days, many's the time." "It would just serve that Otto Schnitzer right, don't you think so, Danny?" "I do!" Danny declared. He looked at Rosie with a sudden light in his little blue eyes. "Say, Rosie, why don't you try it on him? He's nuthin' but a bag o' wind anyhow. One good blow and he'll bust." Rosie cried out in protest: "But, Danny, he's so big and I'm so scared! I don't want to fight! I'm glad it's not ladylike to fight, it scares me so!" "Whisht, darlint!" Danny raised a quieting hand. "Mind now what I'm sayin': Almost everybody's got to fight sometime. I don't mean to pick a fight but to fight in plain self-protiction. Now it's me own opinion that young hound of a lad'll never let up on ye, Rosie, till ye larn him a good lesson. I could give him a crack wid me stick if ever he'd come nigh enough, but he'd be at you just the same the next time I wasn't around. Now, Rosie, if you ask me, I'd advise you to farce yirself to give that young bully a good chin-chopper once and for all. And, what's more, I'll take me oath ye'll never be feared of him again.... Come here and I'll show you how to go at him. Palm up now with yir fingers bent making a little cup of the inside of your hand. Do ye see? Now the thrick is here: Run at him hard and catch his chin in the little cup. One good blow and you'll push him over. Oh, you can't miss it, Rosie." Rosie's breath was coming fast and her hand was cold and shaky. "But I don't want to do it, Danny, honest I don't! I can't tell you how scared I am!" Danny wagged his head. "Of course you don't want to do it, Rosie. Because why? Because ye're a little lady. But I know one thing: ye'll make yirself do it! And them that makes theirselves do it, not because they want to do it but because it's the right thing to do, I tell ye, Rosie, them's the best fighters! Come, come, I'll crawl out to the gate wid ye and hold yir apple for you while ye do the business." Fixing his bright little eyes upon her, Danny waited until Rosie had, perforce, to consent. Then, with her help, he stood up and slowly hobbled to the door. "We won't mintion the matther to the ould woman," he whispered with a wink. "She mightn't understand."