`` Yes . '' `` And sneezed ? '' added Betty . `` Yes . '' `` And threw down the roses ? '' cried both . `` Yes ; and you liked 'em , did n't you ? '' `` Course we did ! What made you hide ? '' said Bab . `` I was n't fit to be seen , '' muttered Ben , glancing at his tatters as if he 'd like to dive out of sight into the dark coach again . `` How came you here ? '' demanded Mrs. Moss , suddenly remembering her responsibility . `` I heard 'em talk about a little winder and a shed , and when they 'd gone I found it and come in . The glass was broke , and I only pulled the nail out . I have n't done a mite of harm sleepin ' here two nights . I was so tuckered out I could n't go on nohow , though I tried a Sunday . '' `` And came back again ? `` Yes , 'm ; it was so lonesome in the rain , and this place seemed kinder like home , and I could hear 'em talkin ' outside , and Sanch he found vittles , and I was pretty comfortable . '' `` Well , I never ! ''
ejaculated Mrs. XXXXX , whisking up a corner of her apron to wipe her eyes , for the thought of the poor little fellow alone there for two days and nights with no bed but musty straw , no food but the scraps a dog brought him , was too much for her .
Bab Ben Betty Moss Sanch nights nohow sleepin tatters vittles