Though she nursed in her breast the sense of injury, she would even resume her amicable romps with Isaac.

But the moment the step of the avenger was heard on the stairs, little Sarah would betake herself to the corner and howl with the pain of Isaac's pummellings.

She had a strong love of abstract justice and felt that if the wrongdoer were to go unpunished, there was no security for the constitution of things.
To-day's holiday did not pass without an outbreak of this sort.

It occurred about tea-time.

Perhaps the infants were fractious because there was no tea.