I could get tickets if I dared, but I don't mean to go any more.

They're bad, wicked men, and I'm trying to be"-- But Kitty twitched herself away from him, and wouldn't hear any more.
"Do go off!" she said.

"You're a mean, ugly, hateful boy! I'm sorry you got so awful good, if you can't do that little much for me.

Go away and let me alone." Even in his sore trouble a little flash of joy shot through Tip's heart.
He _was_ different, then.

Kitty had noticed it; she knew he was trying to be different.