Taking what doesn't belong to you!' 'But you said I might take anything I liked,' said Philip, 'so if it's wrong it's your fault.' 'You untruthful child!' cried the nurse, and hit him over the knuckles.
Now, no one had ever hit Philip before.

He grew paler than ever, but he did not cry, though his hands hurt rather badly.

For she had snatched up the yard-stick to hit him with, and it was hard and cornery.
'You are a coward,' said Philip, 'and it is you who are untruthful and not me.' 'Hold your tongue,' said the nurse, and whirled him off to bed.
'You'll get no supper, so there!' she said, angrily tucking him up.
'I don't want any,' said Philip, 'and I have to forgive you before the sun goes down.' 'Forgive, indeed!' said she, flouncing out.
'When you get sorry you'll know I've forgiven you,' Philip called after her, which, of course, made her angrier than ever.
Whether Philip cried when he was alone is not our business.

Susan, who had watched the shaking and the hitting without daring to interfere, crept up later with milk and sponge-cakes.

She found him asleep, and she says his eyelashes were wet.
When he awoke he thought at first that it was morning, the room was so light.