e shook her head and sighed. "That old Otto Schnitzer's waiting for me outside."
Danny exploded angrily. "The Schnitzer, indeed! I'd like to give that lad a crack wid me stick!"
"Danny," Rosie said solemnly, "do you know what I'd do if I was a boy?"
"I'd try a chin-chopper on Otto Schnitzer. That'd fix him!"
"It would that!" said Danny, heartily. He paused and meditated. "But what's a chin-chopper, darlint?"
Rosie explained. "And Jarge says," she concluded, "they tumble right over like ninepins."
"Jarge Riley, our boarder. He's little but he's a dandy scrapper. Terry says so, too."
Danny wagged his head. "Jarge is right. I've turned the same thrick meself in me younger days, many's the time."
"It would just serve that Otto Schnitzer right, don't you think so, Danny?"
"I do!" Danny declared. He looked at Rosie with a sudden light in his little blue eyes. "Say, Rosie, why don't you try it on him? He's nuthin' but