"I says to myself as I was a-drivin' over, 'if thet Tom Rover comes back, I might as well throw up my job, for he won't give nobody a rest!' If you would only--" "All right, Peleg, I see you are really and truly bound to go back on me.

You hate me!" Tom drew his handkerchief from his pocket.

"It is awful, after all I have tried to do for you in the past.

I've got to-- to--cry! Boo--hoo!" And the boy began to wipe his eyes.
"Look a-here, Master Tom, it ain't nothin' to cry about," said Peleg half suspiciously.

"I only give you warnin'-- " "You are so--so hard-hearted, Peleg.