stopped. Hi, Meggie, what's the matter? Aren't you going to lick the kid?"
Meg appeared at the door of her room. "I have whipped him. What do you want me to do?"
"You don't mean to say that you call that a licking? Better not touch him at all. It's a joke."
"Yes," agreed Nicholas, "if you're going to tan a boy, do it thoroughly."
Grandmother said, her foot on the bottom step: "I'd do it thoroughly. Let me at him!"
"Steady on, Mamma," said Nicholas. "You can't climb up there."
"For God's sake, Meggie," exclaimed Piers, "go back and give him something he'll remember for more than five minutes!"
"Yes, yes, Meggie," said Ernest, "a little swishing like that is worse than nothing."
"Give him a real one! Give him a real one!" bawled Finch, suddenly stirred to ferocity. He had suffered, by God! Let that pampered little Wake suffer for a change.
Boney screamed: "Jab kutr! Nimak haram! Chore!"
Meg swept to the top of the stairs. "You are like a pack of wolves," she said at white heat, "howling for the blood of one poor little lamb. Wake is not going to get one more stroke, so you may as well go back to your lairs."
Eden threw his arms about her, and laid his head on her comfortable shoulder.
"How I love my family!" he exclaimed. "To think that after the New Year I shall be out of it all. Miss such lovely scenes as this."
Meg did not try to understand Eden. She knew that he was pleased with her because he hugged her, and that was enough.
