Part 9 (2/2)
”Well, what if I did?” answered f.a.n.n.y, who was disposed to have her a.s.sociate as deep in the mud as she herself was in the mire; and she knew that it would be impossible to deny the fact when she exhibited the great roll of bills in her pocket.
”I didn't think you would steal money, f.a.n.n.y.”
”You would yourself, if you got a chance.”
”No, I wouldn't; I'm bad enough, I know, but I wouldn't steal.”
”Yes, you would! You needn't pretend to be so good. You will never be hung for your honesty. I know you.”
”Do you mean to say I would steal?” demanded Kate, not a little mortified to be thought so meanly of.
”I know you would. Who stole the strawberries the other day?”
”That wasn't money,” pleaded Kate.
”It was all the same.”
”I wouldn't take money. I'm not a thief.”
”You flatter yourself.”
”I wouldn't. But, f.a.n.n.y,” she added, willing to change the subject, ”I shouldn't dare to go to New York city.”
”Why not?”
”Something might happen to us.”
”What can happen to us?”
”I don't know; but I'm afraid to go. What should we do with ourselves for a whole week?”
”Have a good time; that's what we are going for?”
”I can't go, Fan.”
”Yes, you can; and you must. You have got into the sc.r.a.pe so far, and you are not going to leave me alone now. You promised to go with me.”
”But you did not tell me what you were going to do.”
”I have told you now; and if you attempt to back out, you shall bear half the blame.”
”I didn't steal.”
”I don't care if you didn't; you shall bear your share of the blame.
You shall go with me.”
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