No, Poppy, that policeman will never lock the wicked editor up in prison; he is a great deal too clever to allow himself to be locked up.

Oh, dear! Poppy, what shall I do?
All your money is gone, and my story is gone, and I know you are wanting boots as badly as possible.

You are a dear, brave Poppy, but I know you have not a boot to your foot." "Yes, Miss Jasmine, I has, I has one boot and one shoe; the shoe is an out-door one, and heavy, and the boot is a light one.

Worn together, they make one walk a little one-sided, and the ladies, in particular Miss Slowcum, don't like it, but, lor', that don't matter nothing to speak of; they can't do nothing to me except tack on a few more names to Sarah.

It don't fret me, Miss Jasmine, and it needn't fret you." "All the same, I am going to get you your money, Poppy.