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Amy
's
happy
prattle
became
intolerable
.
Tom
hinted
at
things
he
had
to
attend
to
;
things
that
must
be
done
;
and
time
was
fleeting
.
But
in
vain
--
the
girl
chirped
on
.
Tom
thought
,
"
Oh
,
hang
her
,
ai
n't
I
ever
going
to
get
rid
of
her
?
"
At
last
he
must
be
attending
to
those
things
--
and
she
said
artlessly
that
she
would
be
"
around
"
when
school
let
out
.
And
he
hastened
away
,
hating
her
for
it
.
"
Any
other
boy
!
"
Tom
thought
,
grating
his
teeth
.
"
Any
boy
in
the
whole
town
but
that
Saint
Louis
smarty
that
thinks
he
dresses
so
fine
and
is
aristocracy
!
Oh
,
all
right
,
I
licked
you
the
first
day
you
ever
saw
this
town
,
mister
,
and
I
'll
lick
you
again
!
You
just
wait
till
I
catch
you
out
!
I
'll
just
take
and
--
"
And
he
went
through
the
motions
of
thrashing
an
imaginary
boy
--
pummelling
the
air
,
and
kicking
and
gouging
.
"
Oh
,
you
do
,
do
you
?
You
holler
'n
ough
,
do
you
?
Now
,
then
,
let
that
learn
you
!
"
And
so
the
imaginary
flogging
was
finished
to
his
satisfaction
.
Tom
fled
home
at
noon
.
His
conscience
could
not
endure
any
more
of
Amy
's
grateful
happiness
,
and
his
jealousy
could
bear
no
more
of
the
other
distress
.
Becky
resumed
her
picture
inspections
with
Alfred
,
but
as
the
minutes
dragged
along
and
no
Tom
came
to
suffer
,
her
triumph
began
to
cloud
and
she
lost
interest
;
gravity
and
absent-mindedness
followed
,
and
then
melancholy
;
two
or
three
times
she
pricked
up
her
ear
at
a
footstep
,
but
it
was
a
false
hope
;
no
Tom
came
.
At
last
she
grew
entirely
miserable
and
wished
she
had
n't
carried
it
so
far
.
When
poor
Alfred
,
seeing
that
he
was
losing
her
,
he
did
not
know
how
,
kept
exclaiming
:
"
Oh
,
here
's
a
jolly
one
!
look
at
this
!
"
she
lost
patience
at
last
,
and
said
,
"
Oh
,
do
n't
bother
me
!
I
do
n't
care
for
them
!
"
and
burst
into
tears
,
and
got
up
and
walked
away
.
Alfred
dropped
alongside
and
was
going
to
try
to
comfort
her
,
but
she
said
:
"
Go
away
and
leave
me
alone
,
ca
n't
you
!
I
hate
you
!
"
So
the
boy
halted
,
wondering
what
he
could
have
done
--
for
she
had
said
she
would
look
at
pictures
all
through
the
nooning
--
and
she
walked
on
,
crying
.
Then
Alfred
went
musing
into
the
deserted
schoolhouse
.
He
was
humiliated
and
angry
.
He
easily
guessed
his
way
to
the
truth
--
the
girl
had
simply
made
a
convenience
of
him
to
vent
her
spite
upon
Tom
Sawyer
.
He
was
far
from
hating
Tom
the
less
when
this
thought
occurred
to
him
.
He
wished
there
was
some
way
to
get
that
boy
into
trouble
without
much
risk
to
himself
.
Tom
's
spelling-book
fell
under
his
eye
.
Here
was
his
opportunity
.
He
gratefully
opened
to
the
lesson
for
the
afternoon
and
poured
ink
upon
the
page
.
Becky
,
glancing
in
at
a
window
behind
him
at
the
moment
,
saw
the
act
,
and
moved
on
,
without
discovering
herself
.
She
started
homeward
,
now
,
intending
to
find
Tom
and
tell
him
;
Tom
would
be
thankful
and
their
troubles
would
be
healed
.
Before
she
was
half
way
home
,
however
,
she
had
changed
her
mind
.
The
thought
of
Tom
's
treatment
of
her
when
she
was
talking
about
her
picnic
came
scorching
back
and
filled
her
with
shame
.
She
resolved
to
let
him
get
whipped
on
the
damaged
spelling-book
's
account
,
and
to
hate
him
forever
,
into
the
bargain
.
Tom
arrived
at
home
in
a
dreary
mood
,
and
the
first
thing
his
aunt
said
to
him
showed
him
that
he
had
brought
his
sorrows
to
an
unpromising
market
:
