"Then you was intending what I heard you hollering at Fisher's grocery delivery wagon driver fer a favour, the other day when I was goin' by your house, was you?
I reckon I better tell him, because he says to me after-WERDS if he ever lays eyes on you when you ain't in your own yard, he's goin' to do a whole lot o' things you ain't goin' to like! Yessir, that's what he says to ME!" "He better catch me first, I guess, before he talks so much." "Well," resumed the barber, "that ain't sayin' what you'd do if a young lady ever walked up and called you a little gentleman.

_I_ want to hear what you'd do to her.

I guess I know, though--come to think of it." "What ?" demanded Penrod.
"You'd sick that pore ole dog of yours on her cat, if she had one, I expect," guessed the barber derisively.
"No, I would not!" "Well, what WOULD you do ?" "I'd do enough.

Don't worry about that!" "Well, suppose it was a boy, then: what'd you do if a boy come up to you and says, 'Hello, little gentleman' ?" "He'd be lucky," said Penrod, with a sinister frown, "if he got home alive." "Suppose it was a boy twice your size ?" "Just let him try," said Penrod ominously.

"You just let him try.