When she got through with her silence she didn't ask anything about it--she merely gave me a crack on the skull with her thimble that I felt all the way down to my heels.

Then I broke out with my injured innocence, expecting to make her very sorry that she had punished the wrong one.

I expected her to do something remorseful and pathetic.

I told her that I was not the one--it was Henry.

But there was no upheaval.