“Oh, Jack, you cruel, wicked boy!” Then she seized the strap and he soon had an opportunity to known how much it hurt.
“Marilla! Marilla!” she called.
“Oh, Miss Florence, something dreadful has happened to Aunt Hetty, and I’m fast with her.”
She came up. “Oh, she looks as if she was dying or dead. Let’s put her on the lounge and you go for Bridget.”
“What is the matter with the children.”
“Oh, go, quick! I’ll tell you afterward.”
The child summoned Bridget and just ran in to comfort and kiss the babies.
“Oh, Jack, you never—oh, look at their poor little hands! You bad, wicked boy!”
“If you say much, I’ll give you some––”
Marilla snatched at the strap and flung it upon a high shelf. Jack wiped his eyes and went out to play. Marilla ran upstairs again. 41 They were fanning Aunt Hetty and bathing her face and head.