"You got all the clothes you had on when I put you here."
"How kin we go to court?"
"'Tain't fur."
"Everybody'll look at us," Pinkey protested.
The constable retorted callously:
"Won't many more see you than saw you last night doin' the stomp dance in Main Street."
"Did we do that?" Pinkey asked, startled.
"Sure—right in front of the Prouty House, and Helene Spenceley and a lot of folks was lookin' out of the windows."
Wallie sat down on the edge of his cot weakly. That settled it! He doubted if she would ever speak to him.
"I've got customers waitin'," urged the constable, impatiently. "Wrap a soogan around you and step lively."