in which the two faces, elder and younger, woman and child, were alike in
obstinacy and fury. No wonder at Titia's sullenness or Atty's storms of
rage. The children only learned what they were taught.

"Phillis, what is the matter? What has the boy done amiss?"

Phillis turned round with the defiant look which she assumed every
time Mrs. Grey entered the nursery, only a little harder, a little fiercer,
with the black brows bent, and the under-hung mouth almost savage in
its expression.

"What has he done, ma'am? he has disobeyed me. I'll teach you to do it
again, you little villain you!"

"Phillis!"

Never before had Phillis's new mistress addressed her in that tone; it
made her pause a second, and then her blows fell with redoubled
strength on the shrinking shoulders, even the head, of the frantic,
furious boy.

Now there was one thing which in all her life Christian never could
stand, and that was, to see a child beaten, or in any way ill used. The
tyranny which calls itself authority, the personal revenge which hides
under the name of punishment, and both used, cowardly, by the
stronger against the weaker, were, to her keen sense of justice, so
obnoxious, so detestable that they always roused in her a something,
which is at the root of all the righteous rebellions in the world--a
something which God, who ordained righteous authority, implants in
every honest human heart as a safeguard against authority unrighteous