We must go to the constable's house." "Oh, no," said Janet, "we won't.

She was a poor old thing, and her heart was bad, and she was very unhappy, and I don't mind about the money." "She's an old vagabond," said Kink, "and her heart's as sound as mine.
She wants locking up." "I won't have it," said Janet again.

"If she did steal it, it was very wrong; but she has had very bad luck.

Don't let's think any more about it, but pay for the sweets and get on." Poor Janet! no wonder she wanted the matter dropped, for there was her locket to be explained if any of the others noticed it and asked questions.

She was very silent for some time, and walked alone, thinking hard.