It wasn't him, it was me.

He come along to take care of me, like, because he's used to that sort of thing, and I ain't.

He's my chaperoon.

He didn't know, you know--didn't either of us know--but what I might be took advantage of, and stole by some gipsy queen." "But--but the phonograph--" Tom looked around.

"Where is it ?" he asked.
"Mr.Anderson kicked it down the hill." "Did he?
Good for him! I was goin' to do it my own self.