He shall go through his catechism.

Here we three stand in a row.

Which is Matty, which is Alice, which is Sophy ?" Captain Bertram pulled his mustache, swept his dark eyes over the little eager palpitating group, and in a languid tone pronounced the wrong one to be Matty.
The cackling rose to a shriek.
"You shall pay a forfeit, you bad man," said the real Matty.

She shook her little fat finger at him.

"Oh, yes, Mrs.Meadowsweet, he really shall--he _must_.