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Meg
returned
to
her
place
,
and
supper
was
progressing
pleasantly
,
when
the
little
ghost
walked
again
,
and
exposed
the
maternal
delinquencies
by
boldly
demanding
,
"
More
sudar
,
Marmar
.
"
"
Now
this
won
’
t
do
,
"
said
John
,
hardening
his
heart
against
the
engaging
little
sinner
.
"
We
shall
never
know
any
peace
till
that
child
learns
to
go
to
bed
properly
.
You
have
made
a
slave
of
yourself
long
enough
.
Give
him
one
lesson
,
and
then
there
will
be
an
end
of
it
.
Put
him
in
his
bed
and
leave
him
,
Meg
.
"
"
He
won
’
t
stay
there
,
he
never
does
unless
I
sit
by
him
.
"
"
I
’
ll
manage
him
.
Demi
,
go
upstairs
,
and
get
into
your
bed
,
as
Mamma
bids
you
.
"
"
S
’
ant
!
"
replied
the
young
rebel
,
helping
himself
to
the
coveted
‘
cakie
’
,
and
beginning
to
eat
the
same
with
calm
audacity
.
"
You
must
never
say
that
to
Papa
.
I
shall
carry
you
if
you
don
’
t
go
yourself
.
"
"
Go
‘
way
,
me
don
’
t
love
Parpar
.
"
and
Demi
retired
to
his
mother
’
s
skirts
for
protection
.
But
even
that
refuge
proved
unavailing
,
for
he
was
delivered
over
to
the
enemy
,
with
a
"
Be
gentle
with
him
,
John
,
"
which
struck
the
culprit
with
dismay
,
for
when
Mamma
deserted
him
,
then
the
judgment
day
was
at
hand
.
Bereft
of
his
cake
,
defrauded
of
his
frolic
,
and
borne
away
by
a
strong
hand
to
that
detested
bed
,
poor
Demi
could
not
restrain
his
wrath
,
but
openly
defied
Papa
,
and
kicked
and
screamed
lustily
all
the
way
upstairs
.
The
minute
he
was
put
into
bed
on
one
side
,
he
rolled
out
on
the
other
,
and
made
for
the
door
,
only
to
be
ignominiously
caught
up
by
the
tail
of
his
little
toga
and
put
back
again
,
which
lively
performance
was
kept
up
till
the
young
man
’
s
strength
gave
out
,
when
he
devoted
himself
to
roaring
at
the
top
of
his
voice
.
This
vocal
exercise
usually
conquered
Meg
,
but
John
sat
as
unmoved
as
the
post
which
is
popularly
believed
to
be
deaf
.
No
coaxing
,
no
sugar
,
no
lullaby
,
no
story
,
even
the
light
was
put
out
and
only
the
red
glow
of
the
fire
enlivened
the
‘
big
dark
’
which
Demi
regarded
with
curiosity
rather
than
fear
.
This
new
order
of
things
disgusted
him
,
and
he
howled
dismally
for
‘
Marmar
’
,
as
his
angry
passions
subsided
,
and
recollections
of
his
tender
bondwoman
returned
to
the
captive
autocrat
.
The
plaintive
wail
which
succeeded
the
passionate
roar
went
to
Meg
’
s
heart
,
and
she
ran
up
to
say
beseechingly
.
.
.
