"I 'clare to gracious, Mass'
Morton, it did!"
"Didn't you have the gun in your hand, Pomp? Where did you get
it?"
"I jest borrered it of Mass' Frank, to play sojer a little
while," said Pomp reluctantly.
"Does he know that you have got it?"
"I 'clare I done forgot to tell him," said Pomp reluctantly.
"Will you promise never to touch it again?"
"Don't want to!" ejaculated Pomp, adding spitefully, "He kick me
over!"
"I'm glad on't," said the old lady emphatically, with a grim air
of satisfaction. "That'll l'arn you not to fire it off at your
elders ag'in. I've a great mind to box your ears, and sarve you
right, too."
Mrs. Payson advanced, to effect her purpose; but Pomp was wary,
and, adroitly freeing himself from Mr. Morton's grasp, butted at
the old lady with such force that she would have fallen backward
but for the timely assistance of Mr. Morton, who sprang to her
side. Her bag fell to the ground, and she struggled to regain her
lost breath.
"Oh!" groaned the old lady, gasping for breath, "he's mos'
knocked the breath out of me.
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