“What is shameful?”

She made no reply, but walk’d on again quickly.

“I am getting hungry, for my part,” sigh’d I, after a little.

“Then you must starve!”

“Oh!”

She wheel’d round again.

“Jack, this will never do. If you are to have a comrade, let it be a boy.”

“Now, I am very passably content as things are.”

“Nonsense: at Marlboro’, I mean, you must buy me a suit of boy’s clothes. What are you hearkening to?”

“I thought I heard the noise of guns—or is it thunder?”