Awkward enough, I'm sure.

And the end of it is, father, what I told you all along," cries Penelope, finishing me off with a last scarification, the hottest of all.

"Mr.Franklin's the man!" I got possession of the hair-brush, and opened my lips to administer the reproof which, you will own, my daughter's language and conduct richly deserved.
Before I could say a word, the crash of carriage-wheels outside struck in, and stopped me.

The first of the dinner-company had come.

Penelope instantly ran off.