Aunt Julie Ann began to whimper.
“Put down dat flat-iron!” he sternly commanded.
Alfred peering through the keyhole gasped in amazement as he saw her drop the iron heavily on the floor.
Isaac raised his switch and began to whip her. Around and around she flew screaming, begging, pleading for mercy. But Isaac continued to lay on steadily.
Alfred tried to rise and rush to the rescue but somehow he couldn’t move. To his own surprise the performance fascinated him. He sat peering with satisfaction.
“Dat’s paying her back now fur leavin’ me fer dat low live rascal. Give it to her, old man! Give it to her! She sho’ deserves it!”
At length Isaac paused, and eyed her steadily while he shook his switch with unction.
“I axes ye now, does ye believe in de Sanctification er de Saints?”
“Yes, Lawd, I sees it now!” she cried with fervour.
“An’ thanks me fer showin’ ye de error er yo’ way?”