"We have 'filled her robe with pins' for half a year since then, and she has never been able to make him count them." "Able!" returned Eunane sharply, "do you know no better?
Well, I chose to fancy she was holding this over me to keep me in her power.

One day she spoke--choosing her words so carefully--to warn me how I was sure to anger Clasfempta" (the master of the household) "by pushing my pranks so often to the verge of safety and no farther.

I answered her with a taunt, and, of course, that evening I was more perverse than ever, till even he could stand it no longer.

When he quoted-- "'More lightly treat whom haste or heat to headlong trespass urge; The heaviest sandals fit the feet that ever tread the verge'-- "I was well frightened.

I saw that the bough had broken short of the end, and that for once Clasfempta could mean to hurt.