“I thought you didn’t dislike stealing—that you were ready to buy things—there was your son, you know—”
“Yes, to be sure.”
“He took things.”
“To be sure he did.”
“But you don’t like a thing of yours to be taken.”
“No, that’s quite a different thing; what’s stealing handkerchiefs, and that kind of thing, to do with taking my book! there’s a wide difference—don’t you see?”
“Yes, I see.”
“Do you, dear? well, bless your heart, I’m glad you do. Would you like to look at the book?”
“Well, I think I should.”