He was evidently anxious to get by without notice, but Simon Basset grasped his arm and brought him to a standstill.
"Hullo!" said he.

"You're Abel Edwards's boy, ain't you ?" "I can't stop," said Jerome, pulling away.

"I've got to go home.
Mother's waiting for me." "I don't s'pose you've heard anything yet from your father ?" "No, I 'ain't.

I've got to go home." "Where've you been, Jerome ?" asked Adoniram Judd.
"Up to Uncle Ozias's to get Elmira's shoes." Jerome had the stout little shoes, one in each hand.
"I don't s'pose you've formed any idee of what's become of your father," said Simon Basset.
Jerome, who had been pulling away from his hold, suddenly stood still, and turned a stern little white face upon him.
"He's dead," said he.
"Yes, of course he's dead.

That is, we're all afraid he is, though we all hope for the best; but that ain't the question," said Simon Basset.