Ms. Travers ruffles the boy's head after she consoles him in an embrace, then proceeds to put her well used paddle back where it belonged. Turning to the penitent boy
-"Now go ahead and pull your britches up, I need you to get your room in order starting with the toys I have asked you to put away."
The rich boy follows her instructions slowly at first, albeit penitent, he was still resilient to listen to his new Governess...one spanking wouldn't be enough to get through his thick skull, Ms. Travers notices this, and with a stern command to speed up, he does so, not wanting another paddling anytime soon. Eventually he finishes the toys, halfway looking up to the Governess
-"I-I have finished the toys ma'am..."