“No, I ’aven’t forgot, Flo—I be real orfle sorry.”
“You won’t never do it again?”
“No.”
“And you’ll give back the purse and bob to Jenks, and tell ’im yer’ll ’ave no more to do wid ’is way?”
“Oh! I doesn’t know,” said Dick, “’ee would be real hangry.”
“Very well,” replied Flo; “good-night to you, Dick. I ain’t goin’ to sleep ’long of a thief,” and she prepared to retire with dignity to her cobbler’s stool.
But this proposal filled Dick with fresh alarm, he began to sob louder than ever, and promised vigorously that if she stayed with him he would do whatever she told him.
“’Zactly wot I ses?” asked Flo.
“Yes, Flo, I’ll stick fast to you and never funk.”
“You’ll translate the old boots and shoes wid me fur the next week?”