"Say, now, would you, if you'd thought of it ?" "I--well, I don't know.

'Twould 'a' spoiled everything." "Tom, I hoped you loved me that much," said Aunt Polly, with a grieved tone that discomforted the boy.

"It would have been something if you'd cared enough to THINK of it, even if you didn't DO it." "Now, auntie, that ain't any harm," pleaded Mary; "it's only Tom's giddy way--he is always in such a rush that he never thinks of anything." "More's the pity.

Sid would have thought.

And Sid would have come and DONE it, too.