When her mother told her to change places, "The idea," says she, giving her head a fling, and eying me like an angry poodle-dog; then she flounced down in the front seat, so huffish and sulky, that her father said, in a milk-and-waterish way: "My darling, don't be naughty."
"Phemie Frost's Experiences"
Ann S. Stephens