He has renounced his sin.

He ain't no son of no author.

I've boughten his book.' "I gazed at Sammy with a moist, reproachful eye.
"'Sammy! Sammy!' I says, shaking my head, 'to think----' "'Hush!' he says, 'don't say it.

I ain't no Sammy.

I ain't no Mills.
Them is not my name.' "'Alas!' I says, mournful, 'am I then deceived since childhood's happy hours ?' "I see the respectable old lady pricking up her ears and getting ready for another season of conversation.