"It's not my fault."
"And the one who says 'it's not my fault' will get an extra cut. How much is missing?"
"I brought back a big piece of wood, a beautiful piece of wood...."
"That's something. But go to the baker's and ask him to exchange your wood for bread, will he do it? How many sous are you missing? Speak out!"
"I've made thirty-six sous."
"You're four short, you rogue. And you can stand there before me like that! Down with your shirt! Ricardo, dearie, you're going to have a good time."
"But the bit of wood?" cried the boy.
"I'll give it to you for supper."
This cruel joke made all the children who were not to be punished laugh. All the other boys were then questioned as to how much they had brought home. Ricardo stood with whip in hand until five victims were placed in a row before him.
"You know, Ricardo," said Garofoli, "I don't like to look on, because a scene like this always makes me feel ill. But I can hear, and from the noise I am able to judge the strength of your blows. Go at it heartily, dearie; you are working for your bread."
He turned towards the fire, as though it were impossible for him to witness this chastisement.
I, in my corner, trembled with indignation and fear. This was the man who was going to be my
