They get adopted by some great
lady in a big house, and grow up rich, and get to be real handsome."
"I don't believe you would," declared Tommy, more honestly than
politely.
Nan meditated a minute, and then said, with a sigh:
"Well, I guess I'll have to go home, then."
"Scoldings don't last very long, anyway," urged Tommy, consolingly.
"But if you sort o' think you oughtn't to have done things, and did
ought to be more careful--and everything--it makes it seem more worse,
you know," remarked Nannie, in a hesitating, half-penitent way. "'Cause
I _do_ like Aunt S'mantha."
"Yes," admitted Tommy, knitting his brow over the complications of the
case, and searching his own experience for a suggestion of relief. "If
you only had something nice to carry home to her--something she wants.
Once I got wet as a rat playing round the pond, but I'd caught two
fish--reg'lar tip-top trout--and I took 'em home to mother; held 'em up
where they'd be seen first thing, you know. And she said, 'What nice
fish!' and didn't scold a wink."
"I couldn't catch anything if I tried a week, and Aunt S'mantha
wouldn't care, anyway.
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