"She ain't that;--she ain't that," said John. "She ain't that at all. She's no slut. I won't hear her called so;--not by her grandfather. But, oh, she has a mind to put me so abouts, that I'll have to go home and hang myself."
"Dash it, Miss Ruby, you ain't a going to serve a young man that way," said the baker.
"If you'll jist keep yourself to yourself, I'll be obliged to you, Mr. Mixet," said Ruby. "If you hadn't come here at all things might have been different."
"Hark at that now," said John, looking at his friend almost with indignation.

"She ain't that," said John. "She's no slut. I won't hear her called so. But, oh, she has put me so abouts, that I'll have to go home and hang myself."
"Dash it, Miss Ruby, you can't do that," said the baker.
"If you'll keep yourself to yourself, I'll be obliged, Mr. Mixet," said Ruby.
