"No, indeed."
"Then why didn't you tell him about Phyllis? He was her master, you know."
"I did. He wormed it out of me. He was like you—in some things."
The questioner flashed and stared but then dropped her eyes. "Did he—have red curls?"
"Yes, redder than yours."
"Humph!" ... She mused.... "I'm tired here. Let's go down by the Gilmores and walk—'thortships!"
They went. "Well?—about Phyllis? What did she whip you for? Being bad?"
"Bad or good was all one to Phyllis."
"Wasn't—weren't—weren't you ever bad, Mr. Hugh?"
"Frequently."