He hurt my mamma.

Will you give Joe a beating and tie his naughty hands jus' like that when he wakes up ?" She lifted her plump little body on her scuffed toes, her brown, dimpled fingers clutching the radiator to hold her steady while she watched Casey tie Ole's naughty hands behind his back.
"Now will you tie Joe's naughty hands jus' like that?
Don't use up all the rope! My mamma hasn't got any more rope, and you have to tie--" "Babe! Come over here and don't bother the gentleman.

Stand away over there so you can't hear the naughty words Ole is saying." The little woman smiled, but not much.

Casey, glancing up from the last efficient knot, felt suddenly sorry that he had not first gagged Ole.

Casey had not thought of it before; mere cussing was natural to him as breathing, and he had scarcely been aware of the fact that Ole was speaking.