"Don't you hear, miss? Speak! You've a tongue in your head, haven't
you?"
But still I did not answer, and then the schoolmistress said:
"Mary O'Neill, come forward."
She had commanded me like a dog, and like a dog I was about to obey when
I caught sight of Betsy Beauty's face, which, beaming with satisfaction,
seemed to be saying: "Now, we shall see."
I would not stir after that, and the schoolmistress, leaving her desk,
came towards me, and looking darkly into my face, said:
"You wilful little vixen, do you think you can trifle with me? Come out,
miss, this very moment."