"Ain't you going ?" continued the irate Caddy, almost choked with wrath at the sight of the steps, over which she had so recently toiled, scored in every direction with black marks.
"Just wait till I come down, I'll give it to you, you audacious villain, you," she cried, as she closed the window; "I'll see if I can't move you!" Caddy hastily seized a broom, and descended the stairs with the intention of inflicting summary vengeance upon the dirty delinquent who had so rashly made himself liable to her wrath.

Stealing softly down the alley beside the house, she sprang suddenly forward, and brought the broom with all her energy down upon the head of Mr.Winston, who was standing on the place just left by the beggar.

She struck with such force as to completely crush his hat down over his eyes, and was about to repeat the blow, when her father caught her arm, and she became aware of the awful mistake she had made.
"Why, my child!" exclaimed her father, "what on earth, is the matter with you, have you lost your senses ?" and as he spoke, he held her at arm's length from him to get a better look at her.

"What are you dressed up in this style for ?" he continued, as he surveyed her from head to foot; and then bursting into a loud laugh at her comical appearance, he released her, and she made the quickest possible retreat into the house by the way she came out.
Bushing breathless upstairs, she exclaimed, "Oh, mother, mother, I've done it now! They've come, and I've beat him over the head with a broom!" "Beat whom over the head with a broom ?" asked Mrs.Ellis.
"Oh, mother, I'm so ashamed, I don't know what to do with myself.

I struck Mr.Winston with a broom.