Oh, deary me!" Then, suddenly waxing indignant with the author of the mischief, she put her head out of the window, and, espying Pomp on the other side of the stone wall, looking half-repentant and half-struck with the fun of the thing, she shook her fist at him, exclaiming, "Oh, you little sarpint, ef I only had you here, I'd w'ip you till you couldn't stan'." Pomp was so far from being terrified by this menace that he burst into a loud guffaw.

This, of course, added fuel to the flame of the old lady's wrath, and filled her with thoughts of immediate vengeance.

Her sympathy with the oppressed black race was at that moment very small.
"Jest lend me your w'ip, driver," said she, "an' I'll l'arn that sassy imp to make fun of his elders." Ajax, whose sense of humor was tickled by the old lady's peculiarities, quietly took her at her word, and coming round to the side opened the door of the carriage.
"There, ma'am," said he, extending the whip.

"Don't spare him.

He deserves a flogging." Mrs.Payson, her eyes flashing from beneath her glasses with a vengeful light, seized the proffered whip with alacrity, and jumped out of the wagon with a lightness which could hardly have been anticipated of one of her age.
"Now, look out," she said, brandishing the whip in a menacing way.