"You can give me that licking if you want," said Bobby, "but I tell you now, I 'll pay you back!"
"All right!" said Peter, cheerfully, reaching for a strap that hung behind the door. "I'm ready if you are. We 'll go down in the lower meadow where there won't be no interruption."
He led the way and Bobby followed a dozen paces behind. They paused in a secluded clump of willows.
"Take yer coat off," said Peter.
Bobby cast him one appealing glance, but his face was adamant.
"Take it off," he repeated.
Bobby complied without a word, his own face growing white.
Peter laid on the strap six times. He did not soften the blows in the slightest; it was exactly the same flogging that a stable-boy would have received under the same circumstances. Two tears slipped down Bobby's
