"Do as I bid you, Rose, or I will shut you up for the day. Go, I am very angry with you."
Thus commanded, the child raised her head, and walked slowly toward Thrasher, still keeping her face averted.
He took her hand, spoke pleasantly, and tried to kiss her, but that she would by no means permit.
"Are you sorry I have come, Rose?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, honestly.
"No; you can get me whipped if you want to, but it wont do any good. I wont kiss anybody but my own pa when he comes."
"Rose, Rose!" expostulated her mother, losing a little of her bright color.
"Obedience does not appear to be one of her virtues," Thrasher said, smiling even through his agitation.
"I never saw her behave so before," replied Mrs. Mason; "she is generally very tractable. Go out of the room, Rose, and don't speak to me again to-day."