"And what was that familiar figure among the rest, in a yellow silk dress and maroon velvet cloak and hood trimmed with black lace? How those clothes recalled the friends who gave them to me! And surely this was no other than my dear doll Rosa--the beloved companion of five years of my youth, whose hair I wore in a locket after I was grown up. No one could say I had ill-treated _her_. Indeed, she fixed her eyes on me with a most encouraging smile--but then she always smiled, her mouth was painted so. "'All whom it may concern, take notice,' shouted the Jack-in-a-box, at this point, 'that the rule of this honorable court is tit for tat.' "'Tit, tat, tumble two,' muttered the slate in a cracked voice. (How well I remembered the fall that cracked it, and the sly games of tit tat that varied the monotony of our long multiplication sums!) "'What are you talking about?' said the Jack-in-a-box, sharply; 'if you have grievances, state them, and you shall have satisfaction, as I told you before.' "'----and five make nine,' added the slate promptly, 'and six are fifteen, and eight are twenty-seven--there we go again! I wonder why I never get up to the top of a line of figures right. It will never prove at this rate.' "'His mind is lost in calculations,' said the Jack-in-a-box, 'besides--between ourselves--he has been "cracky" for some time. Let some one else speak, and observe that no one is at liberty to pass a sentence on the prisoner heavier than what he has suffered from her. I reserve _my_ judgment to the last.' "'I know what that will be,' thought I; 'oh dear! oh dear! that a respectable maiden lady should live to be burnt as a Guy Fawkes!" "'Let the prisoner drink a gallon of iced water at once, and then be left to die of thirst.'