“Are you still hungry?”
“No, aunt.”
“Write out ‘Our Father’ and the ‘Creed’ three times, you little heathen.” This was because I had not been baptized. A quarter of an hour later my uncle would come upstairs.
“Have you had enough dinner?” he would ask.
“Yes, uncle,” I replied.
“Did you eat your meat?”
“No, I threw it out of the window. I don’t like meat.”
“You told your aunt an untruth, then.”
“No, she asked me if I had eaten my dinner and I answered that I had, but I did not say that I had eaten my meat.”
“What punishment has she given you?”