"That commotion is of her raising, I'll be bound!" And, in a moment after, Miss Ophelia, in high indignation, came dragging the culprit along.
"Come out here, now!" she said.

"I _will_ tell your master!" "What's the case now ?" asked Augustine.
"The case is, that I cannot be plagued with this child, any longer! It's past all bearing; flesh and blood cannot endure it! Here, I locked her up, and gave her a hymn to study; and what does she do, but spy out where I put my key, and has gone to my bureau, and got a bonnet-trimming, and cut it all to pieces to make dolls' jackets! I never saw anything like it, in my life!" "I told you, Cousin," said Marie, "that you'd find out that these creatures can't be brought up without severity.

If I had _my_ way, now," she said, looking reproachfully at St.Clare, "I'd send that child out, and have her thoroughly whipped; I'd have her whipped till she couldn't stand!" "I don't doubt it," said St.Clare.

"Tell me of the lovely rule of woman! I never saw above a dozen women that wouldn't half kill a horse, or a servant, either, if they had their own way with them!--let alone a man." "There is no use in this shilly-shally way of yours, St.Clare!" said Marie.

"Cousin is a woman of sense, and she sees it now, as plain as I do." Miss Ophelia had just the capability of indignation that belongs to the thorough-paced housekeeper, and this had been pretty actively roused by the artifice and wastefulness of the child; in fact, many of my lady readers must own that they should have felt just so in her circumstances; but Marie's words went beyond her, and she felt less heat.
"I wouldn't have the child treated so, for the world," she said; "but, I am sure, Augustine, I don't know what to do.