“I can’t tell,” said I.
“Well,” says the gentleman, “now you have this money, won’t you buy some clothes and a shirt with some of it?”
“Yes,” said I, “I would buy some clothes.”
“And what will you do with the rest?”
“I can’t tell,” said I, and cried.
“What dost cry for, Jacque?” said he.
“I am afraid,” said I, and cried still.
“What art afraid of?”
“They will know I have money.”
“Well, and what then?”