“The idea of being pounded by a small boy!” ejaculated Mrs. Badger.
“Just what I’d have said a quarter of an hour ago!”
“It seems impossible!”
“Perhaps it does, but it’s so.”
“He never acted so before.”
“No, and he never hit Andrew Jackson before, but yesterday he did it. I tell you what, wife, I believe the boy’s gone crazy.”
“Crazy!” ejaculated Mrs. Badger and Andrew in a breath.
“Just so! When folks are crazy they’re a good deal stronger than it’s nateral for them to be, and that’s the way with Bill Benton.”
“But what could possibly make him crazy?” demanded Mrs. Badger incredulously.
“It may be the want of vittles. I don’t know as we’d orter have kept him without his dinner and supper.”