She did not look cruel.

She was not even bearded.

She was a plump, meekly prettyish woman with a quick, flustered manner and a soft voice.

She brought something the culprits had not found in their other judges.
"Why, you poor, dear, motherless thing!" she cried when she had assured herself of the girl's identity, and with this she enfolded her.

"I'd like to know what they've been doing to my pet!" she declared, aggressively.
"The pet did it all to herself," explained Gideon Whipple.
"I will, too, run away!" affirmed the girl, though some deeper conviction had faded from the threat.
"Still talking huge high," said Sharon.