Katy looked at it scrutinizingly, and made answer:
"Very likely, sir."
"Don't you know?"
"I wouldn't swear it was the same one, sir, but it looks like it."
"Then you admit throwing a tumbler at my head, do you?"
"No, sir."
"Didn't you say you did just now?"
"I threw it at your hat."
"It is the same thing. How came you to have the cursed impudence to do such a thing?" asked her master, wrathfully.
"Because you was goin' to shoot the dog," said Katy, coolly.