This thing of having some one get all over me, and not having an idea where I'm going to be hit, is the worst punishment that I ever had.

I'd been down the hill and up the hemlock that day, anyway.

I'd always been told Sally didn't want me.

She PROVED it right then.

Finally she quit, because she was too tired to strike again, so I crept among the shavings on the work bench and went to sleep.