This last was an appeal to the fat boy's most sensitive feelings. He seemed touched, as he replied emphatically—
'I knows I has.'
'Then what can you want to do now?' said the old lady, gaining courage.
'I wants to make your flesh creep,' replied the boy.
This sounded like a very bloodthirsty mode of showing one's gratitude; and as the old lady did not precisely understand the process by which such a result was to be attained, all her former horrors returned.
'What do you think I see in this very arbour last night?' inquired the boy.