“What made her think so?”
“I don’t know. Somebody took it, I s’pose, and she thought it was me.”
“So you had to leave?”
“Yes.”
“What are you goin’ to do now?”
“I don’t know,” said Tom. “I haven’t got but two cents, and I don’t know where to sleep.”
“Where’s the old woman you used to live with?”
“I shan’t go back to her,” said Tom, firmly. “I hate her.”
“You’ve got some good clo’es,” said Mike. “I didn’t know you, at first. I thought you was a young lady.”
“Did you?” asked Tom, rather pleased.