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So
she
dropped
the
lump
into
my
lap
just
at
that
moment
,
and
I
clapped
my
legs
together
on
it
and
she
went
on
talking
.
But
only
about
a
minute
.
Then
she
took
off
the
hank
and
looked
me
straight
in
the
face
,
and
very
pleasant
,
and
says
:
"
Come
,
now
,
what
's
your
real
name
?
"
"
Wh
--
what
,
mum
?
"
"
What
's
your
real
name
?
Is
it
Bill
,
or
Tom
,
or
Bob
?
--
or
what
is
it
?
"
I
reckon
I
shook
like
a
leaf
,
and
I
did
n't
know
hardly
what
to
do
.
But
I
says
:
"
Please
to
do
n't
poke
fun
at
a
poor
girl
like
me
,
mum
.
If
I
'm
in
the
way
here
,
I
'll
--
"
"
No
,
you
wo
n't
.
Set
down
and
stay
where
you
are
.
I
ai
n't
going
to
hurt
you
,
and
I
ai
n't
going
to
tell
on
you
,
nuther
.
You
just
tell
me
your
secret
,
and
trust
me
.
I
'll
keep
it
;
and
,
what
's
more
,
I
'll
help
you
.
So
'll
my
old
man
if
you
want
him
to
.
You
see
,
you
're
a
runaway
'
prentice
,
that
's
all
.
It
ai
n't
anything
.
There
ai
n't
no
harm
in
it
.
You
've
been
treated
bad
,
and
you
made
up
your
mind
to
cut
.
Bless
you
,
child
,
I
would
n't
tell
on
you
.
Tell
me
all
about
it
now
,
that
's
a
good
boy
.
"
So
I
said
it
would
n't
be
no
use
to
try
to
play
it
any
longer
,
and
I
would
just
make
a
clean
breast
and
tell
her
everything
,
but
she
mus
n't
go
back
on
her
promise
.
Then
I
told
her
my
father
and
mother
was
dead
,
and
the
law
had
bound
me
out
to
a
mean
old
farmer
in
the
country
thirty
mile
back
from
the
river
,
and
he
treated
me
so
bad
I
could
n't
stand
it
no
longer
;
he
went
away
to
be
gone
a
couple
of
days
,
and
so
I
took
my
chance
and
stole
some
of
his
daughter
's
old
clothes
and
cleared
out
,
and
I
had
been
three
nights
coming
the
thirty
miles
.
I
traveled
nights
,
and
hid
daytimes
and
slept
,
and
the
bag
of
bread
and
meat
I
carried
from
home
lasted
me
all
the
way
,
and
I
had
a-plenty
.
I
said
I
believed
my
uncle
Abner
Moore
would
take
care
of
me
,
and
so
that
was
why
I
struck
out
for
this
town
of
Goshen
.
"
Goshen
,
child
?
This
ai
n't
Goshen
.
This
is
St.
Petersburg
.
Goshen
's
ten
mile
further
up
the
river
.
Who
told
you
this
was
Goshen
?
"
