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The
boy
ran
around
and
stopped
within
a
foot
or
two
of
the
flower
,
and
then
shaded
his
eyes
with
his
hand
and
began
to
look
down
street
as
if
he
had
discovered
something
of
interest
going
on
in
that
direction
.
Presently
he
picked
up
a
straw
and
began
trying
to
balance
it
on
his
nose
,
with
his
head
tilted
far
back
;
and
as
he
moved
from
side
to
side
,
in
his
efforts
,
he
edged
nearer
and
nearer
toward
the
pansy
;
finally
his
bare
foot
rested
upon
it
,
his
pliant
toes
closed
upon
it
,
and
he
hopped
away
with
the
treasure
and
disappeared
round
the
corner
.
But
only
for
a
minute
--
only
while
he
could
button
the
flower
inside
his
jacket
,
next
his
heart
--
or
next
his
stomach
,
possibly
,
for
he
was
not
much
posted
in
anatomy
,
and
not
hypercritical
,
anyway
.
He
returned
,
now
,
and
hung
about
the
fence
till
nightfall
,
"
showing
off
,
"
as
before
;
but
the
girl
never
exhibited
herself
again
,
though
Tom
comforted
himself
a
little
with
the
hope
that
she
had
been
near
some
window
,
meantime
,
and
been
aware
of
his
attentions
.
Finally
he
strode
home
reluctantly
,
with
his
poor
head
full
of
visions
.
All
through
supper
his
spirits
were
so
high
that
his
aunt
wondered
"
what
had
got
into
the
child
.
"
He
took
a
good
scolding
about
clodding
Sid
,
and
did
not
seem
to
mind
it
in
the
least
.
He
tried
to
steal
sugar
under
his
aunt
's
very
nose
,
and
got
his
knuckles
rapped
for
it
.
He
said
:
"
Aunt
,
you
do
n't
whack
Sid
when
he
takes
it
.
"
"
Well
,
Sid
do
n't
torment
a
body
the
way
you
do
.
You
'd
be
always
into
that
sugar
if
I
war
n't
watching
you
.
"
Presently
she
stepped
into
the
kitchen
,
and
Sid
,
happy
in
his
immunity
,
reached
for
the
sugar-bowl
--
a
sort
of
glorying
over
Tom
which
was
wellnigh
unbearable
.
But
Sid
's
fingers
slipped
and
the
bowl
dropped
and
broke
.
Tom
was
in
ecstasies
.
In
such
ecstasies
that
he
even
controlled
his
tongue
and
was
silent
.
He
said
to
himself
that
he
would
not
speak
a
word
,
even
when
his
aunt
came
in
,
but
would
sit
perfectly
still
till
she
asked
who
did
the
mischief
;
and
then
he
would
tell
,
and
there
would
be
nothing
so
good
in
the
world
as
to
see
that
pet
model
"
catch
it
.
"
He
was
so
brimful
of
exultation
that
he
could
hardly
hold
himself
when
the
old
lady
came
back
and
stood
above
the
wreck
discharging
lightnings
of
wrath
from
over
her
spectacles
.
He
said
to
himself
,
"
Now
it
's
coming
!
"
And
the
next
instant
he
was
sprawling
on
the
floor
!
The
potent
palm
was
uplifted
to
strike
again
when
Tom
cried
out
:
"
Hold
on
,
now
,
what
'
er
you
belting
ME
for
?
--
Sid
broke
it
!
"
Aunt
Polly
paused
,
perplexed
,
and
Tom
looked
for
healing
pity
.
But
when
she
got
her
tongue
again
,
she
only
said
:
