"It would be better for you to keep quiet," Dick retorted. "You ought to have your wages cut, coming around here after nine o'clock. We ought to be out to the woods this minute."
"'Taint no fault of mine that we haint," said Bob, touching up his horses.
"Whose fault is it, if it isn't yours?" Dick asked.
Clara Hooks was blushing.
"Let the sparrer tell who killed Cock Robin," was Bob's enigmatical reply.
"What's he talking about?" said Julius Zink.
"I dunno, and he don't either," replied Dick.
"He doesn't know that or anything else," said Sarah Ketchum.
It was not possible for Sarah to hear a dispute and not become an open partisan.
"I know a lady when I see 'er," said Bob.