“Little beasts!” he remarked, feelingly.
In the hall he met Miss Wilder, still bearing marks of the late excitement.
“I have put Isabelle to bed, Mr. Bryce. Mrs. Bryce says that you are to prescribe her punishment.”
Wally looked his misery.
“I don’t want to punish her. Can’t you manage it alone?” he said.
“No, I cannot. Isabelle needs the authority of her parents now and then to back me up,” said Miss Wilder, severely.
“Well, I’ll have a talk with her.”
“I think a severe spanking is what she needs.”
“What do ye suppose ever put such an idea in her head?”
“You never know what she is going to do. She asked me about barbarians when I was trying to induce her to get dressed for the party. I told her some facts, just to occupy her mind.”