“This cooking is horrible,” said Mark.
“Hateful,” said Bevis; “I told you we ought to have Frances.”
“O! no; she would want her own way. She wants everything just as she likes, and if she can’t have it, she won’t do anything.”
“There, it’s done,” said Bevis. “What we want is a slave.”
“Of course—two or three slaves, to work and chop wood, and fetch the water.”
“Hit them if they don’t,” said Bevis.
“Like we hit Pan.”
“Tie them to a tree and lash them.”
“Hard.”
“Harder.”