No , that would be too brutal . A timber switch , then ? And he , John Meredith , must hie him to the woods and cut one . It was an abominable thought . Then a picture presented itself unbidden to his mind . He saw Mrs. Carr 's wizened , nut-cracker little face at the appearance of that reviving eel -- he saw her sailing witch-like over the buggy wheels . Before he could prevent himself the minister laughed . Then he was angry with himself and angrier still with Carl . He would get that switch at once -- and it must not be too limber , after all . Carl was talking the matter over in the graveyard with Faith and Una , who had just come home . They were horrified at the idea of his being whipped -- and by father , who had never done such a thing ! But they agreed soberly that it was just . `` You know it was a dreadful thing to do , '' sighed Faith . `` And you never owned up in the club . '' `` I forgot , '' said Carl . `` Besides , I did n't think any harm came of it . I did n't know she jarred her legs . But I 'm to be whipped and that will make things square . '' `` Will it hurt -- very much ? '' said Una , slipping her hand into Carl 's .
`` Oh , not so much , I guess , '' said XXXXX gamely .
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