Say you took them." But the boy said nothing.
"I think a little solitary confinement might perhaps be beneficial," said Bonaparte.

"It will enable you, Waldo, to reflect on the enormity of the sin you have committed against our Father in heaven.

And you may also think of the submission you owe to those who are older and wiser than you are, and whose duty it is to check and correct you." Saying this, Bonaparte stood up and took down the key of the fuel-house, which hung on a nail against the wall.
"Walk on, my boy," said Bonaparte, pointing to the door; and as he followed him out he drew his mouth expressively on one side, and made the lash of the little horsewhip stick out of his pocket and shake up and down.
Tant Sannie felt half sorry for the lad; but she could not help laughing, it was always so funny when one was going to have a whipping, and it would do him good.

Anyhow, he would forget all about it when the places were healed.

Had not she been beaten many times and been all the better for it?
Bonaparte took up a lighted candle that had been left burning on the kitchen table, and told the boy to walk before him.