“Yes, Punch; in my mother’s brother’s hands, so he was my uncle.”
“Well, go on.”
“And I had been begging him to alter his plans.”
“Yes, and let you go back to the school?”
“And I suppose he was tired out with what he called my obstinacy, and he told me that if ever I dared to mention the army again he would give me a sound flogging.”
“And you up and said you would like to catch him at it?” cried Punch excitedly. “No, Punch; but I lost my temper.”
“Enough to make you! Then you knocked him down?”
“No, Punch, but I told him he was forgetting the commands my father had given him, and that I would never go to the lawyer’s office again.”
“Well, and what then?”
“Then, Punch? Oh, I don’t like to talk about it. It makes me feel hot all over even to think.”