"No, I ain't."
"You can lie on that bed if you like," said Mrs. Minley, noticing the longing glance cast at it.
"Well, I guess I will," said 'Tilda Jane, placing her bundle on a chair, and stooping down to unloose her shoes.
"Stop till I get some newspapers to put on the bed," said the landlady—"what's in that package? It's moving," and she stared at the shawl.
"It's a dog."
"Mercy me! I don't allow no dogs in my house."
"All right," said the little girl, patiently putting on her shoes again.
"What you going to do, child?"
"I'm goin' to the wood-shed. Them as won't have my dog won't have me."