1 The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time.
2 They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it.
3 I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table.
4 Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place.
5 All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular.
6 She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean, and I must try to not do it any more.
7 I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight.
8 Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use.
9 She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever.
10 YOU don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter.
11 In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.
12 The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it.
13 Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with a spelling-book.
14 But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable.
15 Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it.
16 After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.
17 The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me.
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