Mary downing hahn Quote

I told you before--you mustn’t let Edward scare you. He’s a bully and a coward. What would Frank Merriwell do if he were you?Frank Merriwell--I was thoroughly sick of hearing that name. I don’t care what some dumb guy in a story would do. I’m not going to fight Edward.Fight me then. Hannah raised her fists and danced around on her bare feet, bouncing, ducking, and swinging at the air around my head. Pretend I’m Edward!I ducked a punch, and she swung again. Put up your dukes, she ordered, defend yourself, sir.This time Hannah clipped my chin hard enough to knock me down. Her shirtwaist was completely untucked, her face was smudged, her hair was tumbling down her back and hanging in her eyes.On your feet, sir, she shouted. Let’s see your fighting spirit!Hannah was making so much noise she didn’t hear John Larkin push aside the branches and enter the grove. When he saw her take another swing at me, he started laughing.Hannah whirled around, her face scarlet, and stared at John. What do you mean by sneaking up on us like a common Peeping Tom?With the noise you’ve been making, you wouldn’t have noticed a herd of rampaging elephants. John was still laughing, but Hannah was furious.Putting her fists on her hips, she scowled at him. Well, now you know the truth about me. I’m no lady and I never claimed to be one. I suppose you’ll start taking Amelia Carter for rides in your precious tin lizzie and treating her to sodas at your father’s drugstore. I’m sure never brawl with her brothers.Theo and I looked at each other. We were both hoping Hannah would make John leave. Before he came along and ruined everything, we’d been having fun.To my disappointment, John didn’t seem to realize he was unwanted. Leaning against a tree, he watched Hannah run her hands through her hair. I don’t know what you’re so fired up about, he said. Why should I want to take Amelia anywhere? I’ve never met a more boring girl. As for her brothers--a little brawling wouldn’t hurt them. Or Amelia either.Hannah turned away, her face flushed, and John winked at me. Your sister’s first rate, he said, but I wager I know a sight more about boxing than she does. Why not let me show you a thing or two?Happy again, Hannah smiled at John. What a grand idea! But go slow, Andrew’s still weak.When John took off his jacket, I edged closer to Hannah. I like lessons, I said to her, scowling at John. He was rolling up his sleeves, probably to show off his muscles. Next to him, I was nothing but a skinny little baby. He’d knock me flat and everyone would laugh at me.