"Yes, he did," said Georgie. "And he said he'd tell that we ran away from him, if we didn't wait."
"I didn't!" exclaimed the boy on the floor kicking at a furious rate.
"Stop that!" said Mr. Royden. "Willie, do you hear?"
Willie kicked harder than ever, and began to tear his collar with his dirty hands. Mrs. Royden could not stand and see that.
"Why don't you govern him, when you set out to?" she asked, rather sharply, of her husband.
"There! there! Willie will get up and be a good boy," he rejoined, coaxingly.
But Willie did not; and his mother, picking him up very suddenly, shook him till his teeth chattered and it seemed his head must fly off; then set him down in a little chair, so roughly that the dishes rattled in the pantry as if shaken by an earthquake.
"Mother! mother!" said Mr. Royden, hastily, "you'll injure that child's brain!"
"I believe in making children mind, when I set about it," replied his wife, winding up her treatment with a pair of well-balanced cuffs on Willie's ears.
"There!—how does that set? Will you be so naughty again?"