There was a woman in one of these yards, and she looked up toward the window where Andy stood, curiously.
"You imp of Satan!" were the terrible words that fell upon his ears at this juncture, and he felt himself caught up as by a vulture.

He knew the cruel voice and the grip of the cruel hands that had already left their marks in his tender flesh.

Mother Peter, her face red with passion and her eyes slowing like coals of fire, held him high in the air, and shook him with savage violence.

She did not strike, but continued shaking him until the sudden heat of her passion had a little cooled.
"Didn't I tell you not to meddle with anything in this room ?" and with another bruising grip of Andy's arms, she threw him roughly upon the floor.
The little hole in the paper was then repaired by pasting another piece of paper over it, after which Andy was left alone, but with a threat from Mother Peter that if he touched the window again she would beat the life out of him.

She had no more trouble with him that day.