"Power. To have them, or any one, a little more in my power. Next, I knew that he dared not fly out at me, for fear I should tell Mrs. Trebooze what he had been after--you see? Ah, it was delicious to have the great oaf sitting sulking under my fingers, longing to knock my head off, and I plastering away, with words of deepest astonishment and condolence. I verily believe that, before we parted, I had persuaded him that his black eye proceeded entirely from his having run up against a tree in the dark." "Well," said Frank, half sadly, though enjoying the joke in spite of himself, "I cannot help thinking it would have been a fit moment for giving the poor wretch a more solemn lesson." "My dear sir,--a good licking--and he had one, and something over--is the best lesson for that manner of biped. That's the way to school him: but as we are on lessons, I'll give you a hint." "Go on, model of self-sufficiency!" said Frank. "Scoff at me if you will, I am proof. But hearken--you mustn't turn out that schoolmistress. She's an angel, and I know it; and if I say so of any human being, you may be sure I have pretty good reasons." "I am beginning to be of your mind myself," said Frank. END OF VOL. 1. End of Project Gutenberg's Two Years Ago, Volume I, by Charles Kingsley