I know, for Uncle Henry went to it in a boat.

But where's my ring ?" "I don't know anything about your ring; didn't know you had any." "I mean _yours_, Jennie Vance; or it _was_ yours; the one on your forefinger, with a red stone in it, that you said you'd give to me if I'd put my foot in it." "Put your foot in what ?" "Why, you know, Jennie Vance; in the mud." "Well, there wasn't any mud; 'twas as hard as a nut." "You know what I mean, Jennie," exclaimed Dotty, growing excited.

"So you needn't pretend!" "I'm not pretending, nor any such a thing," replied Jennie, with a great show of candor; "it's you that are making up a story, Dotty Dimple.

I didn't say I'd give you my ring.

No, ma'am; if 'twas the last words I was to speak, I never!" "O, Jennie Vance! Jane Sidney Vance! I should think the thunder and lightning would conduct you to pieces this minute; and a bear out of the woods, and every thing else in this world.