“Why, Tom, that’ll make trouble next morning; because, of course, she prob’bly hain’t got any but that one.”

“I know; but you don’t want it but fifteen minutes, to carry the nonnamous letter and shove it under the front door.”

“All right, then, I’ll do it; but I could carry it just as handy in my own togs.”

“You wouldn’t look like a servant-girl then , would you?”

“No, but there won’t be nobody to see what I look like, anyway .”

“That ain’t got nothing to do with it. The thing for us to do is just to do our duty , and not worry about whether anybody sees us do it or not. Hain’t you got no principle at all?”