"Wouldn't it have been awful if I had? Would I have been hung? Perhaps not, as I'm a little girl."
"Don't talk about it."
"I like to. They would have taken me up and tried me, wouldn't they? And I should have been dressed in black, and I should have had a tear-stained face."
"Terry, I wish you wouldn't; I hate things like deaths."
"I love them," said Theresa with relish. "Have you ever seen Bessie's brother? He's a policeman. He can tell you lots of things."
"I'm sick of Bessie's brother. Yes, I've seen him. I don't believe he could catch anyone."
"Well, he has—so there."
"Who?"
"It was a man who stole a ham from the shop at their home. He's been promoted since then, so he must be good. He buys a paper all about murders and things and gives it to Bessie; they're better than the tracts she used to get for me from that chapelly aunt of hers. Those were good stories, but not so good as Bill's, and his haven't that funny writing that the Bible parts are put in; but that's useful, because you know you needn't read it."
"It's called italics."