Adventure of my life

"Hamdhy!"

No answer.

"Hamdhy!"

No answer.

"What's gone with that boy,I  wonder? You Hamdhy!"
No answer.

The old  lady pulled her spectacles down and  looked
over them about  the room;then she put them up and
Looked out under  them. She  seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as boy; they were here state pair , the ride of her heart, and
were  built for "style", not service-she could have
Seen  through a pair  of stove - lids just as well
She looked perplexed for a moment, and then  said,
not fiercely,but still loud enough for the furniture
to hear;

"Well, I lay if I get hold of you l'll_"

She did not finish , for by this time she was bending and punching under the bed with the
broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the
Punches with she resurrected nothing but the cat.

"I never did see the beat of that boy!"

She went to the open door and stood in it and
looked out among the tomato vines and " Jimpson"
weeds that constituted the garden. No Hamdhy.So
she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for
distance and shouted:

"Y-o-u-u Hamdhy!"

There was a slight noise behind her and  she  turned
just in time  to seize a small boy  by  the  slack of his
roundabout  and  arrest  his  flight.

"There! I might 'a' thought of that closet. What you
been  doing in  there?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing! Look  at  your  hands. And  look  at  your
mouth. What is that truck?"

"I don't  know, aunt."

"Well,I know .It's   jam-that's  what  it is.Forty times
I've said if you didn't let that jam alone. I'd skin
you. Hand me that switch."

The switch hovered in the air-the peril was desperate-

"My! look behind you, aunt!"

The  old lady  whirled  round, and  snatched  her skirts out of  danger. The lad  fled on  the  instant,
Scrambled up  the  high board-fence, and disappeared over it.

His  aunt  Polly stood  surprised  a  moment, and then broke into a gentle taugh.

Hang  the  boy, can't  I  never learn anything? Ain't
he played me tricks enough like that for me to be
looking  out for him by this time? But old fools is
the biggest fools there is . Can't learn an old dog
new tricks, as the saying is. But my goodness,he
never plays them alike, two days , and how is a
body to know what's coming? He pears to know
just how long he can torment me before I get
my dander up , and he knows if he can make
out to put me off for a minute or make me
laugh, it's all down again and I can't hit him
a lick. I ain't doing my duty by that boy, and
that's the lord's truth, goodness knows. Spare
the rod and spile the child, as the Good book
says. I'm alaying up sin and suffering for us both,
I know. He's full of the old. Scratch, but laws-a
-me! he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing,and
I ain't got the heart to lash him, somehow. Every
time I let him off,my con science does hurt me so ,
and every time I hit him my old heart most breaks,well-a-well , man that is born of woman is
of few days and full of trouble, as the scripture says,and I reckon it's so . He'll play hockey this evening,*and (* Souther western for "afternoon").
I'll just be obleeged to make him work, tomorrow,
to punish him. It's mighty hard to make him work
Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday,
but he hates work more than he hates anything
else, and l've got to do some of my duty by him, or
I'll be the ruination of the child.

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