Never let nobody else make sure for you--that's one o' Bill's sayin's.

Take warnin' by me, an' don't you ever forget it, Arthur Miles." The boy had not spoken all the way.

He glanced at her timidly, and she saw that he did not understand.

Also it was plain that the streets, with their traffic, puzzled him; at the approach of every passer-by he would halt uncertainly, like a puppy not yet way-wise.

By-and-by he said-- "But if that's so, you must be my sister." "I'm not," said Tilda sharply.