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"
Why
,
whoever
rubs
the
lamp
or
the
ring
.
They
belong
to
whoever
rubs
the
lamp
or
the
ring
,
and
they
've
got
to
do
whatever
he
says
.
If
he
tells
them
to
build
a
palace
forty
miles
long
out
of
di
'm
onds
,
and
fill
it
full
of
chewing-gum
,
or
whatever
you
want
,
and
fetch
an
emperor
's
daughter
from
China
for
you
to
marry
,
they
've
got
to
do
it
--
and
they
've
got
to
do
it
before
sun-up
next
morning
,
too
.
And
more
:
they
've
got
to
waltz
that
palace
around
over
the
country
wherever
you
want
it
,
you
understand
.
"
"
Well
,
"
says
I
,
"
I
think
they
are
a
pack
of
flat-heads
for
not
keeping
the
palace
themselves
's
tead
of
fooling
them
away
like
that
.
And
what
's
more
--
if
I
was
one
of
them
I
would
see
a
man
in
Jericho
before
I
would
drop
my
business
and
come
to
him
for
the
rubbing
of
an
old
tin
lamp
.
"
"
How
you
talk
,
Huck
Finn
.
Why
,
you
'd
HAVE
to
come
when
he
rubbed
it
,
whether
you
wanted
to
or
not
.
"
"
What
!
and
I
as
high
as
a
tree
and
as
big
as
a
church
?
All
right
,
then
;
I
WOULD
come
;
but
I
lay
I
'd
make
that
man
climb
the
highest
tree
there
was
in
the
country
.
"
"
Shucks
,
it
ai
n't
no
use
to
talk
to
you
,
Huck
Finn
.
You
do
n't
seem
to
know
anything
,
somehow
--
perfect
saphead
.
"
I
thought
all
this
over
for
two
or
three
days
,
and
then
I
reckoned
I
would
see
if
there
was
anything
in
it
.
I
got
an
old
tin
lamp
and
an
iron
ring
,
and
went
out
in
the
woods
and
rubbed
and
rubbed
till
I
sweat
like
an
Injun
,
calculating
to
build
a
palace
and
sell
it
;
but
it
war
n't
no
use
,
none
of
the
genies
come
.
So
then
I
judged
that
all
that
stuff
was
only
just
one
of
Tom
Sawyer
's
lies
.
I
reckoned
he
believed
in
the
A-rabs
and
the
elephants
,
but
as
for
me
I
think
different
.
It
had
all
the
marks
of
a
Sunday-school
.
Well
,
three
or
four
months
run
along
,
and
it
was
well
into
the
winter
now
.
I
had
been
to
school
most
all
the
time
and
could
spell
and
read
and
write
just
a
little
,
and
could
say
the
multiplication
table
up
to
six
times
seven
is
thirty-five
,
and
I
do
n't
reckon
I
could
ever
get
any
further
than
that
if
I
was
to
live
forever
.
I
do
n't
take
no
stock
in
mathematics
,
anyway
.
At
first
I
hated
the
school
,
but
by
and
by
I
got
so
I
could
stand
it
.
Whenever
I
got
uncommon
tired
I
played
hookey
,
and
the
hiding
I
got
next
day
done
me
good
and
cheered
me
up
.
So
the
longer
I
went
to
school
the
easier
it
got
to
be
.
I
was
getting
sort
of
used
to
the
widow
's
ways
,
too
,
and
they
war
n't
so
raspy
on
me
.
Living
in
a
house
and
sleeping
in
a
bed
pulled
on
me
pretty
tight
mostly
,
but
before
the
cold
weather
I
used
to
slide
out
and
sleep
in
the
woods
sometimes
,
and
so
that
was
a
rest
to
me
.
I
liked
the
old
ways
best
,
but
I
was
getting
so
I
liked
the
new
ones
,
too
,
a
little
bit
.
The
widow
said
I
was
coming
along
slow
but
sure
,
and
doing
very
satisfactory
.
She
said
she
war
n't
ashamed
of
me
.
One
morning
I
happened
to
turn
over
the
salt-cellar
at
breakfast
.
I
reached
for
some
of
it
as
quick
as
I
could
to
throw
over
my
left
shoulder
and
keep
off
the
bad
luck
,
but
Miss
Watson
was
in
ahead
of
me
,
and
crossed
me
off
.
She
says
,
"
Take
your
hands
away
,
Huckleberry
;
what
a
mess
you
are
always
making
!
"
The
widow
put
in
a
good
word
for
me
,
but
that
war
n't
going
to
keep
off
the
bad
luck
,
I
knowed
that
well
enough
.
I
started
out
,
after
breakfast
,
feeling
worried
and
shaky
,
and
wondering
where
it
was
going
to
fall
on
me
,
and
what
it
was
going
to
be
.
There
is
ways
to
keep
off
some
kinds
of
bad
luck
,
but
this
was
n't
one
of
them
kind
;
so
I
never
tried
to
do
anything
,
but
just
poked
along
low-spirited
and
on
the
watch-out
.
