Guess it isn't hurt much.

Didn't mean to hit him, any way.

He does provoke me so," muttered Jack, very red and shamefaced as his mother picked up the book and laid it silently on the table before him.

He did not know what to do with himself, and was thankful for the stamps still left him, finding great relief in making faces as he plucked them one by one from his mortified countenance.

Jill looked on, half glad, half sorry that her savage showed such signs of unconverted ferocity, and Mrs.Minot went on writing letters, wearing the grave look her sons found harder to bear than another person's scolding.