Rupert Hughes,
The Cup of Fury: A Novel of Cities and Shipyards
“ The boy did not know what a harpy was, but he knew that his beloved Fräulein was being called something, and he struck at Marie Louise fiercely, kicked at her shins and tried to bite her hands, screaming: “You shall not call our own precious Fräulein names. Harpy, your own self!”And the little girl struck and scratched and made a curdled face and echoed, “Harpy, your own self!”It hurt Marie Louise so extravagantly to be hated by these irascible cherubs that her anger vanished in regret. She pleaded: “But, my darlings, you don’t know what you are saying. ”
