“Please it was me,” said Deborah, getting up, trembling in every limb.
“Sit down. Sarah Jenkins, come out.”
So out went Sarah and received two raps with a cane. She came back howling and wringing her hands, but she soon recovered.
“Have you ever had the toffee stick?” she asked.
“What’s that?” queried Deb.
“Why, the cane. Yer don’t know nothing.”
“No,” said Deborah, meekly.
“Shut up—she’s looking at us.”
Deborah reddened painfully. It was the first time she had ever been told to “shut up” by a stranger.
Thus the time passed till twelve o’clock.