“If you tell her I'm going to lick you,” he said.
“All right—lick!” I said. “I ain't afraid of your lickings. Lick all you want to. I told her I'd tell and you nor nobody else can't make me a liar!”
So Mamie Little waited for me at the front door, and when I came out I knew she had waited so I could walk home with her, and I did.
“Well, I'm glad we aren't mad any more,” she said when we were walking along.
“Ah! who was mad? I wasn't mad,” I said. “Well, I ain't mad now,” she said. “Who was it blew up our house?”
“Oh, somebody!” I said.
We walked a little way and then she said:
“Who blew up our house?”
“Slim Finnegan,” I said.
“How do you know he did?” she said.