“But if there was stones in the butter,” said Jane, “he can’t prove that I put ’em in, and he can’t swear that I put ’em in.”
“Well, he can swear that he had the butter of you, and that he found the stones in it; and that’ll be enough to fix your flint for you. And you’ve got to go to court to-morrow morning and have your trial.”
“I swow I wont go into court,” said Jane, “for nobody; if he wants to settle it he may come here.”
“But he wont come here,” said John; “he has carried it into court, and the grand jury has presented you, and the judges say you must be there to-morrow morning at nine o’clock for your trial.”
“I don’t care for the grand jury, nor none of ’em,” said Jane; “I wont go to court; I’ll go off into the woods first, and stay a week, or stay till the court is over.”
“But you can’t do that,” said John. “I’m under bonds of ten pounds to carry you to court to-morrow morning.”
“You under bonds!” said Jane; “I should like to know what business you have to be under bonds to carry me to court?”
“I had to,” said John, “or else the constables were coming right over here to take you and put you into confinement to-night. So I had to give a bond of ten pounds that you should be there to-morrow morning.”
“Well, I can’t go,” said Jane; “you may pay the ten pounds.”
“But I can’t pay it,” said John; “I could not raise it any way in the world.”