"S'pose the warden ketches him?"
"He ain't bin ketched yit."
"He's goin' to—so they say at the post-office."
"I've got fifty cents," said 'Tilda Jane, with dignity. "Here it is," and she laid it on the table.
The youthful fox snatched at it, and grinned at his mother as he pocketed it.
"Say—that ain't fair," remarked 'Tilda Jane. "You ain't kerried me yet."
"She's right," said the more mature fox. "Give it back, Uzzy."
Uzziah unwillingly restored the coin to 'Tilda Jane.
"Now go hitch up," said his mother.