"It will enable you, Waldo, to reflect on the enormity of the
sin you have committed against our Father in heaven. And you may also
think of the submission you owe to those who are older and wiser than you
are, and whose duty it is to check and correct you."
Saying this, Bonaparte stood up and took down the key of the fuel-house,
which hung on a nail against the wall.
"Walk on, my boy," said Bonaparte, pointing to the door; and as he followed
him out he drew his mouth expressively on one side, and made the lash of
the little horsewhip stick out of his pocket and shake up and down.
Tant Sannie felt half sorry for the lad; but she could not help laughing,
it was always so funny when one was going to have a whipping, and it would
do him good. Anyhow, he would forget all about it when the places were
healed. Had not she been beaten many times and been all the better for it?
Bonaparte took up a lighted candle that had been left burning on the
kitchen table, and told the boy to walk before him. They went to the fuel-
house. It was a little stone erection that jutted out from the side of the
wagon-house. It was low and without a window, and the dried dung was piled
in one corner, and the coffee-mill stood in another, fastened on the top of
a short post about three feet high. Bonaparte took the padlock off the
rough door.
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