"Then, of course, I can do nothing for you!"
With me, at her age, or under, neglect and disgrace were the most dreadful of punishments; but on her they made no impression.
Sometimes, exasperated to the utmost pitch, I would shake her violently by the shoulders, or pull her long hair, or put her in the corner,—for which she punished me with loud, shrill, piercing screams, that went through my head like a knife. She knew I hated this, and when she had shrieked her utmost, would look into my face with an air of vindictive satisfaction, exclaiming—
"Now then! that's for you!"
And then shriek again and again, till I was forced to stop my ears. Often these dreadful cries would bring Mrs. Bloomfield up to inquire what was the matter?
"Mary Ann is a naughty girl, ma'am."
"But what are these shocking screams?"
"She is screaming in a passion."
"I never heard such a dreadful noise! You might be killing her. Why is she not out with her brother?"
"I cannot get her to finish her lesssons."
"But Mary Ann must be a good girl, and
