He came back to fetch something and caught me.

And then--just imagine!" Again Gracie was dramatic, though this time unconsciously.

"He sent me to bed and--what do you think?
When he came home to tea, he--whipped me!" Avery threaded her needle with care.

She said nothing.
"I think it was rather a shame," went on Gracie unconcernedly.

"Because he never whips Jeanie or Olive.