'I'll Manage You', Pleaded Meg, 'No'

The minute he was put into bed on one side, he rolled out on the other and made for the door. The plaintive wail which succeeded the passionate roar, went to meg's heart. She ran up to say, beseechingly, let me stay with him. He'll be good now. John, no, my dear. I can't have his spirit broken by harshness. He's my child, and i won't have his temper spoiled by indulgence. Go down, my dear, and leave the boy to me. When john spoke, in that masterful tone,. Meg always obeyed and never regretted her docility. After it was given, demi