There! I have given it him in earnest now; I don’t think he will forget that thrashing! What do you say?–And I say that you are an injudicious mother! You make excuses for him, and countenance any sort of rascality on his part–Not rascality? What do you call it, then? Slipping out of the house at night, going out in a fishing boat, staying away till well on in the day, and giving me such a horrible fright when I have so much to worry me!