"
Pomp was so far from being terrified by this menace that he burst
into a loud guffaw. This, of course, added fuel to the flame of
the old lady's wrath, and filled her with thoughts of immediate
vengeance. Her sympathy with the oppressed black race was at that
moment very small.
"Jest lend me your w'ip, driver," said she, "an' I'll l'arn that
sassy imp to make fun of his elders."
Ajax, whose sense of humor was tickled by the old lady's
peculiarities, quietly took her at her word, and coming round to
the side opened the door of the carriage.
"There, ma'am," said he, extending the whip. "Don't spare him. He
deserves a flogging."
Mrs. Payson, her eyes flashing from beneath her glasses with a
vengeful light, seized the proffered whip with alacrity, and
jumped out of the wagon with a lightness which could hardly have
been anticipated of one of her age.
"Now, look out," she said, brandishing the whip in a menacing
way. "I'll git pay for that bunnit in one way, ef I don't in
another."
Pomp maintained his position on the other side of the wall.
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