"Yes; I know you," said Peter. "I wish I didn't."
"I don't think I recognize you any more," replied John, after a moment of silence. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, you get along," said Peter. "Clear out!"
John went inside and drank a gourd of water out of Peter's cool bucket, came back with a stool and sat down squarely before him.
"Now look here," he said with the candour which was always the first law of nature with him, "what have I done to you?"
Peter would neither look nor speak; but being powerless before kindness, he was beginning to break down.
"Out with it," said John. "What have I done?""You know what you've said."
"What have I said about you?" asked John, now perceiving that some mischief had been at work here. "Who told you I had said anything about you?"
"It's no use for you to deny it."
"Who told you?"