Indeed, I fear the affair began to take a less serious moral complexion in his eyes.
"Then White Violet--your sister Cynthia, you know," continued Mr.
Hamlin, in easy parenthesis--"wrote for this ?" holding the coin contemplatively in his fingers, "and you calculated to nab it yourself ?" The quick searching glance with which Bob received the name of his sister, Mr.Hamlin attributed only to his natural surprise that this stranger should be on such familiar terms with her; but the boy responded immediately and bluntly:-- "No! SHE didn't write for it.

She didn't want nobody to know who she was.

Nobody wrote for it but me.

Nobody KNEW FOLKS WAS PAID FOR PO'TRY BUT ME.

I found it out from a feller.