Then Bos'n said: "Uncle Cyrus, don't you like teacher ?" "Hey?
LIKE her?
Well, if that ain't a question?
Yes, I like her about as well as Lonesome likes Eben Salter's dog." "I'm sorry.

I like her ever so much." "You DO?
Go 'long! After the way she treated you, poor little thing!" "She didn't treat me any worse than she does the other girls and boys when they're naughty.

And I did know the rule about whispering." "Well, that's different.

Comparin' you with that Bennie Edwards--the idea! And then makin' you cry!" "She didn't make me cry." "Did, too.

I heard you." The child looked up at him and then hid her face in his waistcoat.
"I wasn't crying about her," she whispered.