"Of course; anybody but a squire would a found that out long ago."
"And she would be much glad to have the little baby back again."
"Wall, I don't know about that," said Tom, shaking his head doubtfully; "Katharine Allen's got some sense, I reckon; squalling must come unnatral in that ar house—now I leave it to you."
"But they will hang her dead."
"No doubt about it."
"Or burn her poor petite hand."
"Both on 'em, for all what I know, without you and I stand up to the rack like men, and tell the laws, and squires, and constables to go to old scratch."
"What is old scratch?"
"Well, I don't just know; but he's a feller that's always about times like this."
"But hadn't we better let the laws, and the squires, and all the rest alone, and try very much to help her?" suggested Paul.