"But, dear me, what will become of the man that went in?" asked my Aunt
Dorothea.
"Oh, he'll be hanged, sure enough," said my Uncle Charles. "Only some
low fellow, I suppose, that was willing to sell himself."
"A man does not sell his life in a hurry," said my Aunt Dorothea.
"My dear," replied my Uncle Charles, "there are men who would sell their
own mothers and children."
"Oh, I dare say, but not themselves," said she.
"I suppose somebody cared for him," observed Hatty.