Baldwin.
She ’anded ’em over to me, sir.
Dean.
And what did you do?
Baldwin.
I thrashed ’em.
Dean.
Did you really! That never dawned on me as a practical measure.... I wonder—I wonder whether all girls would derive benefit from—er—occasional chastisement.
Baldwin.
You take my word for it, sir. All my girls ’ave gorne straight and married respec’able.