`` No . '' `` Well , you do n't want to know her . She 's an awful woman . My , how I hate her ! She worked me to death and would n't give me half enough to eat , and she used to larrup me ` most every day . Look a-here . '' Mary rolled up her ragged sleeves , and held up her scrawny arms and thin hands , chapped almost to rawness . They were black with bruises . The manse children shivered . Faith flushed crimson with indignation . Una 's blue eyes filled with tears . `` She licked me Wednesday night with a stick , '' said Mary , indifferently . `` It was 'cause I let the cow kick over a pail of milk . How 'd I know the darn old cow was going to kick ? '' A not unpleasant thrill ran over her listeners . They would never dream of using such dubious words , but it was rather titivating to hear someone else use them -- and a girl , at that . Certainly this Mary Vance was an interesting creature . `` I do n't blame you for running away , '' said Faith . `` Oh , I did n't run away 'cause she licked me . A licking was all in the day 's work with me .
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