Itseemstomeridiculous。Iwonderwhyyoudidn’tpass。”
“Shortofbrains，eh，’Postle？”saidBeatricebriefly。
“Onlybrainstobitewith，“repliedPaul，laughing。
“Nuisance！”shecried;and，springingfromherseat，sherushedandboxedhisears。Shehadbeautifulsmallhands。
Heheldherwristswhileshewrestledwithhim。Atlastshe，brokefree，andseizedtwohandfulsofhisthick，darkbrownhair，whichsheshook。