“Am I stuck on teacher?”
“You ain't stuck on anybody—ouch, Freckles, le'me up!”
Freckles let him up, and then started back toward home, walking on different sides of the street. About half-way home Freckles crossed the street, and said: “Squint, if I tell you something, you won't tell?”
“1 ain't any snitch, Freckles, and you know it.”
“You won't even tell the rest of the Dalton Gang?”
“Nope.”
“Cross your heart and hope to die?”
“Sure.”
“Well, set down on the grass here, and I'll tell you.” They set down, and Freckles says:
“Honest, Squint, it's true—I did take her that apple this morning, and I'm stuck on her, and there wasn't any pepper in it.”