"Do you want me to go to bed without my supper?" asked Nat, slowly.
"That's what I said."
"It isn't fair."
"Ain't it?"
"No, it isn't. It wasn't my fault that the milk was spilt, so there!"
"You say much more to me an' I'll tan yer hide well fer ye!" stormed Abner Balberry.
"Don't you want him to have none of the fish he brought in?" asked the housekeeper.
"The fish ain't worth much."
"Maybe you'd like to have all the fish yourself?" put in Nat, tartly, before he had stopped to think.
Angered at this remark the farmer turned around and caught the youth by the collar and began to shake him.