I know his hollers.

There's Flanagan's Nell getting it now," added Norah as the cries and entreaties of another child were heard.

She drew herself up and listened, a slight shade of concern drifting across her face.
A long, agonizing wail shivered through the air.
"Nell's Sick, and can't do her work." The woman rose as she spoke.

"I saw her goin' off to-day, and told Flanagan she'd better keep her at home." Saying this, Norah went out quickly, Pinky following.

With head erect and mouth set firmly, the queen strode across the street and a little way down the pavement, to the entrance of a cellar, from which the cries and sounds of whipping came.