"Yes'm," he answered. This was not so much an admission of the fact as it was a concessional answer to anything she might say.
"Who have you been fighting?" she asked.
"I dunno', 'm."
Whereupon the empress blazed out in wrath. "You don't know who you've been fighting?"
Jimmie looked at her gloomily. "No, 'm."
She seemed about to disintegrate to mere flaming fagots of anger. "You don't know who you've been fighting?" she demanded, blazing. "Well, you stay in after school until you find out."
As he returned to his place all the children knew by his vanquished air that sorrow had fallen upon the house of Trescott. When he took his seat he saw gloating upon him the satanic black eyes of the little Goldege girl.