I could show her now that I warn't to blame on account of the rats.

But never mind -- let it go.

I reckon it wouldn't do no good." And so he went on a-mumbling up stairs, and then we left.

He was a mighty nice old man.

And always is.
Tom was a good deal bothered about what to do for a spoon, but he said we'd got to have it; so he took a think.