Maybe you wouldn't have done it--but I did.

I couldn't see her dying there for the want of something a little money'd buy--and--and I couldn't"-- he caught his voice in a little sob--"I couldn't see her thrown out on the street like that." "And so," said Jimmie Dale, "instead of putting old Isaac's cash in the safe this evening when you locked up, you put it in your pocket instead--eh?
Didn't you know you'd get caught ?" "What did it matter ?" said the boy.

He was twirling his misshappen hat between his fingers.

"I knew they'd know it was me in the morning when old Isaac found it gone, because there wasn't anybody else to do it.
But I paid the rent for four months ahead to-night, and I fixed it so's she'd have medicine and things to eat.

I was going to beat it before daylight myself--I"-- he brushed his hand hurriedly across his cheek--"I didn't want to go--to leave her till I had to." "Well, say"-- there was wonderment in Jimmie Dale's tones, and his English lapsed into ungrammatical, reassuring vernacular--"ain't that queer! Say, I'm no detective.