I'm not going to keep you there until breakfast is ready, and people want to come in." Then he went over to the window, and came back directly with a little black paint-pot, with a brush in it.
"Now," said he, "if you don't promise, in five minutes, to never call me Rectus again, I'm going to paint one-half of your face black.

I got this paint yesterday from the cane-man, on purpose." Oil-paint! I could smell it.
"Now, you may be sure I'm going to do it," he said.
Oh, I was sure! When he said he'd do a thing, I knew he'd do it.

I had no doubts about that.

He was great on sticking to his word.
He had put his watch on the table near by, and was stirring up the paint.
"You've only three minutes more," he said.

"This stuff wont wash off in a hurry, and you'll have to stay up here by yourself, and wont need any tying.