I just tell you he's purty!" "Is it that rich feller from St.Louis ?" he asked.
She nodded and then whispered: "Don't you tell." The boy's lips trembled when he answered.

"I won't tell.

But I don't see how you can do it." "Why ?" "He drinks and he keeps slaves and beats them with a bull whip.

He isn't respectable." "That's a lie," she answered quickly.

"I don't care what you say." Bim touched her pony with the whip and rode away.
Harry staggered for a moment as he went on.