"Hasn't he?
the vile wretch!" "Cruel monster! worst of savages! He ought to be flogged within an inch of his life!" "He ought to be shot down like a dog!" "He ought to be hung!" "It's a very great shame," said Rosie, putting her arm affectionately round Lulu's neck.

"I hope grandpa will have him arrested and sent to prison." "But oh, Lu," cried Nettie Vance, the one who had brought the signor's message, "do tell me, didn't you strike him back?
He looked as if he had had a pretty heavy blow on the side of his face." "So he had; as hard a one as I could give with the music-book in both hands," replied Lulu, smiling grimly at the recollection.
Her statement was received with peals of laughter, clapping of hands and cries of, "Good for you, Miss Raymond!" "Oh, but I'm glad he got his deserts for once!" "I think he'll be apt to keep his hands--or rather his pointer--off you in the future." "Off other people too," added a timid little girl who had felt its sting more than once.

"I was rejoiced to hear the professor say he didn't allow such punishment for girls.

I'll let the signor know, and that I'll inform on him if ever he touches me with his pointer again." "So should I," said Nettie; "I wouldn't put up with it.

But he has never hurt you as he has Lulu.