"Quick," demanded a second member "of the firing squad."
"I threw it away," faltered sixty-eight.
"What did it hit?"
"A looking-glass." This reply came quickly enough.
"And the glass smashed?"
"Yes—"
"Yes, madam," prompted a guard.
"Yes, madam," repeated Shirley with a quiver.
"For which show of temper you are to dust that room every day for a full week, and you may come along now and get your first lesson."
Shirley straightened up defiantly.