If it is anyone, I expect it's Tom Thorne.

He has never been friends with me, since that affair of the school window." "I will go at once and speak to his father," Mrs.Whitney said, taking down her bonnet from the wall.
"No, mother, you can't do that," Reuben exclaimed.

"We have got nothing against him.

The squire has ten times as good reason to suspect me, as I have to suspect Tom Thorne; so as we know the squire's wrong, it's ten times as likely we shall be wrong.
Besides, if he did it, of course he would deny it, he is the worst liar in the village; and then folks would say I wasn't satisfied with doing it myself, but I wanted to throw the blame on to him, just as he did on me before.

No, it won't do, mother." Mrs.Whitney saw that it wouldn't do, and sat down again.