She amused herself as well as she could with picture-books , patchwork , and the old cat ; but , not being a quiet , proper , little Rosamond sort of a child , she got tired of hemming neat pocket-handkerchiefs , and putting her needle carefully away when she had done . She wanted to romp and shout , and slide down the banisters , and riot about ; so , when she could n't be quiet another minute , she went up into a great empty room at the top of the house , and cut up all sorts of capers . Her great delight was to lean out of the window as far as she could , and look at the people in the street , with her head upside down . It was very dangerous , for a fall would have killed her ; but the danger was the fun , and Poppy hung out till her hands touched the ledge below , and her face was as red as any real poppy 's . She was enjoying herself in this way one day , when an old gentleman , who lived near , came home to dinner , and saw her . `` What in the world is that hanging out of the colonel 's upper window ? '' said he , putting on his spectacles . `` Bless my soul ! that child will kill herself . Hallo , there ! little girl ; get in this minute ! '' he called to Poppy , flourishing his hat to make her see him . `` What for ? '' answered Poppy , staring at him without moving an inch . `` You 'll fall , and break your neck ! '' screamed the old gentleman . `` Oh , no , I sha n't ! '' returned Poppy , much flattered by his interest , and hanging out still further . `` Stop that , instantly , or I 'll go in and inform the colonel ! '' roared the old gentleman , getting angry .
`` I do n't care , '' shouted XXXXX ; and she did n't , for she knew grandpa was n't at home .
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