MRS. L. Well, Patrick--
PATRICK (_rubbing his legs and making wry faces_). He is coming, ma'am--
MRS. L. What's the matter?
PATRICK. Master Ned has been breaking a stick over my legs.
MRS. L. (_very angry_). The child's a demon! I am outrageous! I am
furious!
MR. S. Control yourself, madam! do not fly so suddenly from extreme
indulgence to severity; do not correct a child when you are in a
passion.
MRS. L. You may be right, sir, but I shall punish him as he deserves.
ANDREW. Please don't beat him, ma'am. Here he comes.