Still no suspicion of the truth reached me that since I came to live with him my uncle had been bitting and breaking his tongue.

It occurred to me that Bill Seaver, whom I secretly despised, had spoilt him and that I had done wrong in leaving him all the afternoon defenseless in bad company.
I wondered if he were beyond hope or if he would have to fry and smoke and yell forever.

But I had hope.

My faith in Aunt Deel as a corrector and punisher was very great.

She would know what to do.