His mother tried in vain to pacify him; but indeed her own indignation, at her boy being charged with such a thing, was so great that she could do little to console him.
"It's shameful!" she exclaimed, over and over again.

"I call it downright wicked of the squire to suspect you of such a thing." "Well, mother, it does look very bad against me," Reuben said, wiping his eyes at last, "and I don't know as the squire is so much to be blamed for suspecting me.

I know and you know that it wasn't me; but there's no reason why the squire should know it.

Somebody has poisoned his dog, and that somebody is a boy.

He knows that I was unfriendly with the dog so, putting things together, I don't see as he could help suspecting me, and only my word the other way.
It seems to me as if somebody must have done it to get me in a row, for I don't know that the dog had bit anyone else.