"No," said Hetty.
"Well, I was afraid she did. Give a dog a bad name, you know, and he never gets rid of it."
"But, Jim, you don't mean to speak of yourself that way?" said Hetty.
"Yes, I do; people believe anything of me, and I half the time get the credit of doing things that never came into my head."
"I only heard a little about Miss Martin's fright; some one chased her, I believe."
"Yes, Sam Tompkins made believe he was a tramp, and scared her 'most out of her wits. He ought to have been shot. I licked him when I heard he had tried to make out it was me who did it, and I'll lick him again, too."
"Oh, don't, Jim; you had better forget all about it."
"Indeed I won't; I mean to make him repent it. See here, Hetty, I've got some tickets for the concert. Don't you want to go?"
"Don't I?" said Hetty; "I guess I do; but I can't, you know."
"Why not?"