“So I will, after supper; but I object to his using my leg for a pincushion,” answered our hero, coolly.
Mrs. Brackett’s temper was not of the best.
“Do you hear that, Mr. Brackett?” she snapped.
“Hear what, Lucinda?”
“Hear that boy defy me to my face?”
“I guess you’d better give Tommy his pin,” said Mr. Brackett, who stood in awe of his wife.
“You must excuse me, sir, unless you give him a different place at the table,” said Andy, firmly, but with perfect politeness.
“Come here and sit by your mother, my angel!” said Mrs. Brackett.
As Tommy rose to obey, Andy, with a smile, restored to him his pin.
I am sorry to relate the sequel. Tommy, emboldened by his success, seized an opportunity playfully to prick his mother, and found that he had made a decided blunder. The lady instantly seized the young culprit by the collar and dragged him from the room, shaking him vigorously.