Plainly I could see the dripping kitten rushing frantically about the room, and Mrs. Wallace flourishing the broom at it as if it were the offender.
Tommy complacently looked on. By the stove stood the pail of hot water into which he had dipped it.
Quickly Master put the kitten in cold water, then, drying it, gave a brief order.
Reluctantly Mrs. Wallace brought a bottle from somewhere, and he carefully worked some of the contents through the fur on the skin.
Mrs. Wallace's face wore a sneer, but Bobby's, sweat and tear-stained, turned confidingly up to his.
And then the good man's indignation got the better of his chivalry, and he gave "My lady" a lecture that greatly offended her.
Among other things, I heard him say:
"As you sow, so you must reap. You may see the time that you will remember this little burned kitten. I would not be a prophet of evil, nevertheless, I say the hand that ruthlessly puts a pet to such torture as this to-day may in in the future as readily slay a fellow man."
Were his words prophetic?