showing distress, "I'm one sou short," he said at last.
"Ah, you're one sou short."
"It's not the sou for yesterday; it's a sou for to-day."
"That makes two sous! I've never seen the like of you!"
"It's not my fault."
"No excuses. You know the rules. Undo your coat; two blows for yesterday, two for to-day, and no supper, for your impudence. Ricardo, dearie, you're a good boy and you deserve some recreation. Take the strap."
Ricardo, the child who had lit the second match, took down from the wall a short-handled whip with two leather-knotted straps. Meanwhile, the boy who was short two sous was unfastening his coat. Then he dropped his shirt, baring his body to the waist.
"Wait a minute," said Garofoli, with an ugly smile; "you won't be the only one, perhaps; it's always pleasant to have a companion."
The children stood motionless before their master. At his cruel joke they all forced a laugh.
"The one who laughed most is the one who is short the most," said Garofoli; "I'm sure of that. Who laughed the loudest?"
All pointed to the boy who had come home first, bringing his piece of wood.
"How much are you short, you there?" demanded Garofoli.
