mpy tone, and turned away,
while his sister began to pick the flowers. One side of the yard,
composed of trellis work, it should be said, was close to the garden, so
that the fowls running about within could easily be seen through the
bars. A door, also of trellis work, opened from the garden into the
yard.

Norman though he did not care much about seeing the poultry, felt vexed
and angry that Susan should venture to draw off his sister's attention
from himself, and stood with his finger in his mouth watching them as
they were engaged in picking the flowers.

The hens which had espied their young mistress, had gathered near the
side of the yard, and Thisbe, Fanny's favourite hen, was making
strenuous efforts to get out. Norman had strolled up to the door, and
finding that he could lift the latch opened it, and out ran Mistress
Thisbe. Fanny, not observing what had happened just then, called to
Norman, and asked him to hold the vase, that she might arrange the
flowers within it. He had taken it in his hands, when at that moment
Trusty, who had been snuffing about the rooms, not perfectly satisfied
as yet that the newly arrived strangers had a right to enter them,
espying Fanny in the garden came bounding towards her. He gave vent as
he saw Norman to a short bark, as much as to ask, "Who are you?" but
Norman, not accustomed to dogs in India, and already in no very amiable
mood, became alarmed, and dashing the vase at Trusty's head, seized his
whip, with which he began lashing about in all directions at everybody
and everything he saw near him.

Susan seeing his alarm rushed forward, intending to assist him, but what
between anger and fear his temper was now fairly aroused, and instead of
thanking her, he turned round and bestowed on her a lash with his whip,
which made her run off to call Mrs Vallery, thinking that his mamma
would be better able to manage him than she could.

His gentle sister came in for the next assault of his blind rage, and
she fled with her doll, which she had snatched up in her arms, feeling
that the wisest thing just then to do was to get out of his way.

Trusty, unaccustomed to the blows which Norman now liberally bestowed,
scampered off in one direction, while Thisbe the hen took to flight in
another, and the young gentleman remained as he believed himself the
victor of the field, shouting out:--

"I will have no one interfere with me, either maid-servants or dogs or
fowls: I will so