The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 7 Page 43

Now, as I ended, this same and silly wild-thing fell silently a-crying; and never had I dreamed that any maid could be so full o’ tears, when by all rights she should have sat dimpling there, happy and gay, and eager as I.

Out o’ countenance again, and vexed in my mind, I sat silent, fidgetting, made strange and cold and awkward by her tears. The warm flush of self-approval chilled in my heart; and by and by a vague resentment grew there.

“Euan?” she ventured, lifting her wet eyes.

“What?” said I ungraciously.

“H — have you a hanker? Else I use my scandalous skirt again — — ”

And the next instant we both were laughing