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"
White
alley
,
Jim
!
And
it
's
a
bully
taw
.
"
"
My
!
Dat
's
a
mighty
gay
marvel
,
I
tell
you
!
But
Mars
Tom
I
's
powerful
'
fraid
ole
missis
--
"
"
And
besides
,
if
you
will
I
'll
show
you
my
sore
toe
.
"
Jim
was
only
human
--
this
attraction
was
too
much
for
him
.
He
put
down
his
pail
,
took
the
white
alley
,
and
bent
over
the
toe
with
absorbing
interest
while
the
bandage
was
being
unwound
.
In
another
moment
he
was
flying
down
the
street
with
his
pail
and
a
tingling
rear
,
Tom
was
whitewashing
with
vigor
,
and
Aunt
Polly
was
retiring
from
the
field
with
a
slipper
in
her
hand
and
triumph
in
her
eye
.
But
Tom
's
energy
did
not
last
.
He
began
to
think
of
the
fun
he
had
planned
for
this
day
,
and
his
sorrows
multiplied
.
Soon
the
free
boys
would
come
tripping
along
on
all
sorts
of
delicious
expeditions
,
and
they
would
make
a
world
of
fun
of
him
for
having
to
work
--
the
very
thought
of
it
burnt
him
like
fire
.
He
got
out
his
worldly
wealth
and
examined
it
--
bits
of
toys
,
marbles
,
and
trash
;
enough
to
buy
an
exchange
of
WORK
,
maybe
,
but
not
half
enough
to
buy
so
much
as
half
an
hour
of
pure
freedom
.
So
he
returned
his
straitened
means
to
his
pocket
,
and
gave
up
the
idea
of
trying
to
buy
the
boys
.
At
this
dark
and
hopeless
moment
an
inspiration
burst
upon
him
!
Nothing
less
than
a
great
,
magnificent
inspiration
.
He
took
up
his
brush
and
went
tranquilly
to
work
.
Ben
Rogers
hove
in
sight
presently
--
the
very
boy
,
of
all
boys
,
whose
ridicule
he
had
been
dreading
.
Ben
's
gait
was
the
hop-skip-and-jump
--
proof
enough
that
his
heart
was
light
and
his
anticipations
high
.
He
was
eating
an
apple
,
and
giving
a
long
,
melodious
whoop
,
at
intervals
,
followed
by
a
deep-toned
ding-dong-dong
,
ding-dong-dong
,
for
he
was
personating
a
steamboat
.
As
he
drew
near
,
he
slackened
speed
,
took
the
middle
of
the
street
,
leaned
far
over
to
starboard
and
rounded
to
ponderously
and
with
laborious
pomp
and
circumstance
--
for
he
was
personating
the
Big
Missouri
,
and
considered
himself
to
be
drawing
nine
feet
of
water
.
He
was
boat
and
captain
and
engine-bells
combined
,
so
he
had
to
imagine
himself
standing
on
his
own
hurricane-deck
giving
the
orders
and
executing
them
:
"
Stop
her
,
sir
!
Ting-a-ling-ling
!
"
The
headway
ran
almost
out
,
and
he
drew
up
slowly
toward
the
sidewalk
.
"
Ship
up
to
back
!
Ting-a-ling-ling
!
"
His
arms
straightened
and
stiffened
down
his
sides
.
"
Set
her
back
on
the
stabboard
!
Ting-a-ling-ling
!
Chow
!
ch-chow-wow
!
Chow
!
"
His
right
hand
,
meantime
,
describing
stately
circles
--
for
it
was
representing
a
forty-foot
wheel
.
"
Let
her
go
back
on
the
labboard
!
Ting-a-lingling
!
Chow-ch-chow-chow
!
"
The
left
hand
began
to
describe
circles
.
