Part 11 (2/2)
”Well, what of that?”
”What of that?” cried Don, passionately ”Why, that scoundrel Mike will keep to his story”
”Let him!” cried Jem, contemptuously ”Why, who'd ever believe him i'
preference to you?”
”My uncle--my mother--my cousin”
”Not they, my boy They don't believe it They only think they do
They're sore just nohile it's all fresh To- o' themselves round about your neck, and a-askin'
of your pardon, and kissin' of you”
”No, Jem, no”
”Well, I don't mean as your uncle will be kissin' of you, of course; but he'll be sorry too, and a-shaking of your hand”
Don shook his head
”There, don't get wagging your head like a Chinee figger, my lad Take it like afor o and try my luck somewhere else”
”And you free and independent! Why, ould you say if you wasinto trouble at home”
”Not such trouble as this, Jem”
”Not such trouble as this, my lad? Worser ever so much, for you don't deserve it, and I do, leastwise,such a fool as to ht to be ashaht you, Mas' Don I've often felt as if I should like to do as you say and run right off, but I don't do it”
”You have felt like that, Jeerly
”Yes, often, o, Jeht away to one of the beautiful foreign countries Mike told in a new life”
”Shall us, Mas' Don?”
”Yes; why not? Get a passage in some shi+p, and stop where we like He has told lorious”