'Yo know, they can ha th' law on yo,' and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the farm.

'Boys is all reet, but gells can't do nothink till they're sixteen.

They mun stay wi th' foak as browt 'em up, an if they run away afore their sixteenth birthday--they gets put in prison.' David poured out his legal fictions hastily, three parts convinced of them at any rate, and watched eagerly for their effect on Louie.
She tossed her head scornfully.

'Doan't b'lieve it.

Yo're jest tellin lees to get shut o' me.