"Jack Midnight."
"What was he doing?"
"Looking round."
"Give you any of his impudence?"
"No. He was very civil and obliging. He offered to fix the spring of my trap."
"You didn't let him?"
"I could not refuse without hurting his feelings, and I did not want to do that."
"I should, plump. My feelings are not seared over yet. I have not forgotten the calico."
"And he has not."
"Do you believe it?"