"I was shooting at a sparrow, and the sun got in his eyes, and the sling broke----" "What sling ?" "This'n." "Where'd you get that devilish thing?
Don't you know I've forbidden you a thousand times----" "It ain't mine," said Penrod.

"It's yours." "What ?" "Yes, sir," said the boy meekly.

"Aunt Sarah Crim gave it to me this morning and told me to give it back to you.

She said she took it away from you thirty-five years ago.

You killed her hen, she said.