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"
Yes
,
every
one
that
's
friends
to
me
--
or
wants
to
be
"
;
and
she
glanced
ever
so
furtively
at
Tom
,
but
he
talked
right
along
to
Amy
Lawrence
about
the
terrible
storm
on
the
island
,
and
how
the
lightning
tore
the
great
sycamore
tree
"
all
to
flinders
"
while
he
was
"
standing
within
three
feet
of
it
.
"
"
Oh
,
may
I
come
?
"
said
Grace
Miller
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
me
?
"
said
Sally
Rogers
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
me
,
too
?
"
said
Susy
Harper
.
"
And
Joe
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
And
so
on
,
with
clapping
of
joyful
hands
till
all
the
group
had
begged
for
invitations
but
Tom
and
Amy
.
Then
Tom
turned
coolly
away
,
still
talking
,
and
took
Amy
with
him
.
Becky
's
lips
trembled
and
the
tears
came
to
her
eyes
;
she
hid
these
signs
with
a
forced
gayety
and
went
on
chattering
,
but
the
life
had
gone
out
of
the
picnic
,
now
,
and
out
of
everything
else
;
she
got
away
as
soon
as
she
could
and
hid
herself
and
had
what
her
sex
call
"
a
good
cry
.
"
Then
she
sat
moody
,
with
wounded
pride
,
till
the
bell
rang
.
She
roused
up
,
now
,
with
a
vindictive
cast
in
her
eye
,
and
gave
her
plaited
tails
a
shake
and
said
she
knew
what
SHE
'D
do
.
At
recess
Tom
continued
his
flirtation
with
Amy
with
jubilant
self-satisfaction
.
And
he
kept
drifting
about
to
find
Becky
and
lacerate
her
with
the
performance
.
At
last
he
spied
her
,
but
there
was
a
sudden
falling
of
his
mercury
.
She
was
sitting
cosily
on
a
little
bench
behind
the
schoolhouse
looking
at
a
picture-book
with
Alfred
Temple
--
and
so
absorbed
were
they
,
and
their
heads
so
close
together
over
the
book
,
that
they
did
not
seem
to
be
conscious
of
anything
in
the
world
besides
.
Jealousy
ran
red-hot
through
Tom
's
veins
.
He
began
to
hate
himself
for
throwing
away
the
chance
Becky
had
offered
for
a
reconciliation
.
He
called
himself
a
fool
,
and
all
the
hard
names
he
could
think
of
.
He
wanted
to
cry
with
vexation
.
Amy
chatted
happily
along
,
as
they
walked
,
for
her
heart
was
singing
,
but
Tom
's
tongue
had
lost
its
function
.
He
did
not
hear
what
Amy
was
saying
,
and
whenever
she
paused
expectantly
he
could
only
stammer
an
awkward
assent
,
which
was
as
often
misplaced
as
otherwise
.
He
kept
drifting
to
the
rear
of
the
schoolhouse
,
again
and
again
,
to
sear
his
eyeballs
with
the
hateful
spectacle
there
.
He
could
not
help
it
.
And
it
maddened
him
to
see
,
as
he
thought
he
saw
,
that
Becky
Thatcher
never
once
suspected
that
he
was
even
in
the
land
of
the
living
.
But
she
did
see
,
nevertheless
;
and
she
knew
she
was
winning
her
fight
,
too
,
and
was
glad
to
see
him
suffer
as
she
had
suffered
.
