Mrs Meg , absorbed in domestic affairs , and Daisy , who cared for no music but Nat 's violin , paid no heed to these chamber concerts , but Josie always murmured to herself , with a naughty chuckle , ` Dick Swiveller is thinking of his Sophy Wackles , ' and bided her time to revenge certain wrongs inflicted upon her by Demi , who always took Daisy 's side when she tried to curb the spirits of her unruly little sister . This evening she got her chance , and made the most of it . Mrs Meg was just rounding off her buttonhole , and Demi still strolling restlessly about the room , when a book was heard to slam in the study , followed by an audible yawn and the appearance of the student looking as if sleep and a desire for mischief were struggling which should be master . ' I heard my name ; have you been saying anything bad about me ? ' she demanded , perching on the arm of an easychair . Her mother told the good news , over which Josie duly rejoiced , and Demi received her congratulations with a benignant air which made her feel that too much satisfaction was not good for him , and incited her to put a thorn into his bed of roses at once . ' I caught something about the play just now , and I want to tell you that I 'm going to introduce a song into my part to liven it up a bit . How would this do ? ' and seating herself at the piano she began to sing to these words the air of ` Kathleen Mavourneen ' : ` Sweetest of maidens , oh , how can I tell The love that transfigures the whole earth to me ? The longing that causes my bosom to swell , When I dream of a life all devoted to thee ? ' She got no further , for Demi , red with wrath , made a rush at her , and the next moment a very agile young person was seen dodging round tables and chairs with the future partner of Tiber & Co. in hot pursuit . ` You monkey , how dare you meddle with my papers ? ' cried the irate poet , making futile grabs at the saucy girl , who skipped to and fro , waving a bit of paper tantalizingly before him . ` Did n't ; found it in the big `` Dic '' . Serves you right if you leave your rubbish about . Do n't you like my song ? It 's very pretty . ' ` I 'll teach you one that you wo n't like if you do n't give me my property . ' ` Come and get it if you can ' ; and Josie vanished into the study to have out her squabble in peace , for Mrs Meg was already saying : ` Children , children ! do n't quarrel . '
The paper was in the fire by the time XXXXX arrived and he at once calmed down , seeing that the bone of contention was out of the way .
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