"The last one I sent off," continued the lady, "had done all that. When
she filled up her cup of iniquity by melting the tea-pot, I just gave
her a good hearty slap on the face. I couldn't help it. Of course she
left me after that."
I did not doubt it, for the lady was not only gentle in her manner, and
pretty to boot, but was tall and stout, and her fair arm was strong, and
must have been heavy.