I'll never live with him; and if you tell, Gladys Mann, I'll tell you what I'll do." "What ?" asked Gladys, in a horrified whisper.
"I'll go and drown myself in Fisher's Pond, that's what I'll do." "I never will tell, honest, M'ria," said Gladys.
"You'd better not." "Hope to die, if I do." "You _will_ die if you do," said Maria, "for I'll leave a note saying you pushed me into the pond, and it will be true, too.

Oh, Gladys Mann! it's awful what you've done!" "I didn't mean no harm," said Gladys.
"And there's a train, too." "Father said there wasn't." "Your father!" "I know it.

There ain't never tellin' when father lies," said Gladys.
"I guess father don't know what lies is, most of the time.

I s'pose he's always had a little, if he 'ain't had a good deal.

But I'll never tell, Maria, not as long as I live." "If you do, I'll drown myself," said Maria.
Then the two sat quietly until the train was called out, when they went through the gate, Maria showing her tickets for herself and Gladys.