“Nat tells me you would like to come and stay with us,” began Mrs. Jo, in a friendly tone.
“Yes,” was the gruff reply.
“Have you no friends to take care of you?”
“No.”
“Say, ‘No, ma’am,’” whispered Nat.
“Shan’t neither,” muttered Dan.
“How old are you?”
“About fourteen.”
“You look older. What can you do?”