And I've got into more scrapes for telling the truth than for any other thing I've done, except being kind to the little Snowballs. But hark! What's that? Punch Punch You flippety-cap woman! Stop! Stop! Stop!" An eruptive, agonized bark from the hall sent the girl thither at a bound, while Miss Eunice hastily followed, anxiously crying: "Philip! Sir Philip Sidney!"