When I came the gentleman asked me if I had brought the book, as he called it.
“It is not a book,” said I.
“No, the letter-case; that’s all one,” says he.
“You promised me,” said I, “you would not hurt me,” and cried.
“Don’t be afraid, child,” says he. “I will not hurt thee, poor boy; nobody shall hurt thee.”
“Here it is,” said I, and pulled it out.
He then brought in another gentleman, who, it seems, owned the letter-case, and asked him if that was it, and he said, “Yes.”
Then he asked me if all the bills were in it.
I told him I heard him say there was one gone, but I believed there was all the rest.
“Why do you believe so?” says he.