1 Please to don't poke fun at a poor girl like me, mum.
2 All the loafers looked glad; I reckoned they was used to having fun out of Boggs.
3 When we was ten foot off Tom whispered to me, and wanted to tie Jim to the tree for fun.
4 I killed him, and curled him up on the foot of Jim's blanket, ever so natural, thinking there'd be some fun when Jim found him there.
5 So they all made fun of him, and called him cry-baby, and that made him mad, and he said he would go straight and tell all the secrets.
6 He said it was the best fun he ever had in his life, and the most intellectural; and said if he only could see his way to it we would keep it up all the rest of our lives and leave Jim to our children to get out; for he believed Jim would come to like it better and better the more he got used to it.
7 And when it was late in the day the people all went, and then I come in and told her the noise and shooting waked up me and "Sid," and the door was locked, and we wanted to see the fun, so we went down the lightning-rod, and both of us got hurt a little, and we didn't never want to try that no more.
8 And we had to steal candles, and the sheet, and the shirt, and your dress, and spoons, and tin plates, and case-knives, and the warming-pan, and the grindstone, and flour, and just no end of things, and you can't think what work it was to make the saws, and pens, and inscriptions, and one thing or another, and you can't think half the fun it was.