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"
BE
so
mean
if
you
want
to
!
I
know
something
that
's
going
to
happen
.
You
just
wait
and
you
'll
see
!
Hateful
,
hateful
,
hateful
!
"
--
and
she
flung
out
of
the
house
with
a
new
explosion
of
crying
.
Tom
stood
still
,
rather
flustered
by
this
onslaught
.
Presently
he
said
to
himself
:
"
What
a
curious
kind
of
a
fool
a
girl
is
!
Never
been
licked
in
school
!
Shucks
!
What
's
a
licking
!
That
's
just
like
a
girl
--
they
're
so
thin-skinned
and
chicken-hearted
.
Well
,
of
course
I
ai
n't
going
to
tell
old
Dobbins
on
this
little
fool
,
because
there
's
other
ways
of
getting
even
on
her
,
that
ai
n't
so
mean
;
but
what
of
it
?
Old
Dobbins
will
ask
who
it
was
tore
his
book
.
Nobody
'll
answer
.
Then
he
'll
do
just
the
way
he
always
does
--
ask
first
one
and
then
t
'
other
,
and
when
he
comes
to
the
right
girl
he
'll
know
it
,
without
any
telling
.
Girls
'
faces
always
tell
on
them
.
They
ai
n't
got
any
backbone
.
She
'll
get
licked
.
Well
,
it
's
a
kind
of
a
tight
place
for
Becky
Thatcher
,
because
there
ai
n't
any
way
out
of
it
.
"
Tom
conned
the
thing
a
moment
longer
,
and
then
added
:
"
All
right
,
though
;
she
'd
like
to
see
me
in
just
such
a
fix
--
let
her
sweat
it
out
!
"
Tom
joined
the
mob
of
skylarking
scholars
outside
.
In
a
few
moments
the
master
arrived
and
school
"
took
in
.
"
Tom
did
not
feel
a
strong
interest
in
his
studies
.
Every
time
he
stole
a
glance
at
the
girls
'
side
of
the
room
Becky
's
face
troubled
him
.
Considering
all
things
,
he
did
not
want
to
pity
her
,
and
yet
it
was
all
he
could
do
to
help
it
.
He
could
get
up
no
exultation
that
was
really
worthy
the
name
.
Presently
the
spelling-book
discovery
was
made
,
and
Tom
's
mind
was
entirely
full
of
his
own
matters
for
a
while
after
that
.
Becky
roused
up
from
her
lethargy
of
distress
and
showed
good
interest
in
the
proceedings
.
She
did
not
expect
that
Tom
could
get
out
of
his
trouble
by
denying
that
he
spilt
the
ink
on
the
book
himself
;
and
she
was
right
.
The
denial
only
seemed
to
make
the
thing
worse
for
Tom
.
Becky
supposed
she
would
be
glad
of
that
,
and
she
tried
to
believe
she
was
glad
of
it
,
but
she
found
she
was
not
certain
.
When
the
worst
came
to
the
worst
,
she
had
an
impulse
to
get
up
and
tell
on
Alfred
Temple
,
but
she
made
an
effort
and
forced
herself
to
keep
still
--
because
,
said
she
to
herself
,
"
he
'll
tell
about
me
tearing
the
picture
sure
.
I
would
n't
say
a
word
,
not
to
save
his
life
!
"
Tom
took
his
whipping
and
went
back
to
his
seat
not
at
all
broken-hearted
,
for
he
thought
it
was
possible
that
he
had
unknowingly
upset
the
ink
on
the
spelling-book
himself
,
in
some
skylarking
bout
--
he
had
denied
it
for
form
's
sake
and
because
it
was
custom
,
and
had
stuck
to
the
denial
from
principle
.
A
whole
hour
drifted
by
,
the
master
sat
nodding
in
his
throne
,
the
air
was
drowsy
with
the
hum
of
study
.
By
and
by
,
Mr.
Dobbins
straightened
himself
up
,
yawned
,
then
unlocked
his
desk
,
and
reached
for
his
book
,
but
seemed
undecided
whether
to
take
it
out
or
leave
it
.
Most
of
the
pupils
glanced
up
languidly
,
but
there
were
two
among
them
that
watched
his
movements
with
intent
eyes
.
Mr.
Dobbins
fingered
his
book
absently
for
a
while
,
then
took
it
out
and
settled
himself
in
his
chair
to
read
!
Tom
shot
a
glance
at
Becky
.
He
had
seen
a
hunted
and
helpless
rabbit
look
as
she
did
,
with
a
gun
levelled
at
its
head
.
Instantly
he
forgot
his
quarrel
with
her
.
Quick
--
something
must
be
done
!
done
in
a
flash
,
too
!
But
the
very
imminence
of
the
emergency
paralyzed
his
invention
.
Good
!
--
he
had
an
inspiration
!
He
would
run
and
snatch
the
book
,
spring
through
the
door
and
fly
.
But
his
resolution
shook
for
one
little
instant
,
and
the
chance
was
lost
--
the
master
opened
the
volume
.
If
Tom
only
had
the
wasted
opportunity
back
again
!
Too
late
.
There
was
no
help
for
Becky
now
,
he
said
.
The
next
moment
the
master
faced
the
school
.
Every
eye
sank
under
his
gaze
.
There
was
that
in
it
which
smote
even
the
innocent
with
fear
.
There
was
silence
while
one
might
count
ten
--
the
master
was
gathering
his
wrath
.
Then
he
spoke
:
"
Who
tore
this
book
?
"
There
was
not
a
sound
.
One
could
have
heard
a
pin
drop
.
The
stillness
continued
;
the
master
searched
face
after
face
for
signs
of
guilt
.
"
Benjamin
Rogers
,
did
you
tear
this
book
?
"
A
denial
.
Another
pause
.
