"Yes."
"And make him eat bread and water and mush?"
"Yes; I believe so."
"And sleep on a board?"
"Yes, or something as bad."
"And make him work awful hard until his hands are blistered?"
Now she had in hers Arthur's hands, soft and white as a woman's, and seemed to be calculating how much hard work it would take to blister hands like these.
"Yes, work till his hands drop off," Arthur said.
With a shudder, she continued:
"I could not bear it; could you?"