Do you remember the day I spanked you ? '' `` No , '' said Ken . `` Oh well , I suppose you would be too young -- you were only about four and you were here with your mother and you insisted on teasing Nan until she cried . I had tried several ways of stopping you but none availed , and I saw that a spanking was the only thing that would serve . So I picked you up and laid you across my knee and lambasted you well . You howled at the top of your voice but you left Nan alone after that . '' Rilla was writhing . Had n't Susan any realization that she was addressing an officer of the Canadian Army ? Apparently she had not . Oh , what would Ken think ? `` I suppose you do not remember the time your mother spanked you either , '' continued Susan , who seemed to be bent on reviving tender reminiscences that evening . `` I shall never , no never , forget it . She was up here one night with you when you were about three , and you and Walter were playing out in the kitchen yard with a kitten . I had a big puncheon of rainwater by the spout which I was reserving for making soap . And you and Walter began quarrelling over the kitten . Walter was at one side of the puncheon standing on a chair , holding the kitten , and you were standing on a chair at the other side . You leaned across that puncheon and grabbed the kitten and pulled . You were always a great hand for taking what you wanted without too much ceremony . Walter held on tight and the poor kitten yelled but you dragged Walter and the kitten half over and then you both lost your balance and tumbled into that puncheon , kitten and all . If I had not been on the spot you would both have been drowned .
I flew XXXXX the rescue and hauled you all three out before much harm was done , and your mother , who had seen it all from the upstairs window , came down and picked you up , dripping as you were , and gave you a beautiful spanking .
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