You did it yesterday when we beat off the boys.

You pushed Shyuote against the wall and he thumped his head here.

See, this is the mark where he struck the clay.

You did this, Sayap, not I." Sayap laughed, and her buxom form shook.
"You are right; I did it, I served the urchin right.

It was good, was it not, Aistshie?
How I punished the brat, and how he looked afterward with his face all one mud-patch!" "Yes," Aistshie objected, "but I did more.