that he got there too late to do the errent, Tamer's face got red as blood with white patches shinin' through the red, like a lurid sky with white thunder caps showin' on it, and she took Jack by the hand and jerked him up the stairs into her own room.
She jest tore the clothes offen him, as I learn afterwards, and whipped him onmercifully, first with her hand, and then afterwards, as Jack wouldn't own up that he had been wicked and wuz sorry for it, she grew madder and madder, and voyalenter and voyalenter, and ketched off her slipper, not a soft one (that might be applied with safety to the place best fitted for such blows), but one with a high French heel, and she struck Jack with that till great blue marks wuz left on his little quiverin', shrinkin' body.
She whipped him till the sharp pain made him yield, as greater heroes have before, and he owned up that he had been awful wicked and wuz sorry. And then Tamer wuz satisfied and dressed Jack in a handsome suit and give him half a pound of candy and a lot of indigestible fruit (which he threw up with great pain before midnight), and come down lookin' perfectly satisfied and contented, and Jack went out to divide his spoils with Mary, jest as many a outwardly successful hero has brung home his spoils obtained by truckling to Evil to lavish on some beloved female. And that evenin', jest before sundown, I give Tamer a-talkin' to, sez I, "Jack thought he wuz doing right, he thought he wuz on the right road."
"If he had looked and kep' his mind on it all the time he would have come out right."
Sez I, "Tamer Ann, mebby Jack didn't think to look."
