“Jinks, I wish you had brought more. Why didn’t you try and get two?”
“Well,” I said, faltering, “you—you see, I—I didn’t have time enough.”
“Well, how did you get it, anyway?”
“Oh! I got it on tick.” And then I walked over to a stump, thinking I would get away from his questions and all the time revolving in my mind whether I should tell him the truth, or say I had lost it. I felt ashamed of myself and thought what a darned fool I was. I concluded I wasn’t a bit smart—the idea of giving a watch for a pie! Finally, Charley came over to me.
“What time is it, Pod?”
“I—I don’t know!”
“Why, ain’t the watch going?”
“Yes-s. No, it’s gone.”
“Gone! What do you mean?” And then divining the truth, he exclaimed: “Gor-ram it, did you sell the watch for that pie?”
“Yes, Charley, I did, but I couldn’t help it; I knew you wanted the pie so bad.”