“You great big ape, you!” she cried. “Striking my little brother!” And she grabbed Jed by the hair and held on. “You—hit—my—lit-tle—brother, did you!”
“It was an accident,” gasped Jed.
“Take that—and that! and that!”
Jed roared like a whipped calf. At each word she spoke, the little miss gave him a hard box on the ears.
By this time every boy and girl on the playground had gathered at the spot.
“Oh, goody! goody!” cried some little girls, clapping their hands in glee.
“You let go my hair!” blubbered Jed, making a pretty picture to look at.
“And that!” cried the girl, giving him a last cuff, as he ran off.
“Cow-ard! cow-ard!” shouted all the little fellows, as Jed, in shame and disgrace, sneaked away. He left his cap behind him, and was afraid to come back for it.