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The
old
lady
whirled
round
,
and
snatched
her
skirts
out
of
danger
.
The
lad
fled
on
the
instant
,
scrambled
up
the
high
board-fence
,
and
disappeared
over
it
.
His
aunt
Polly
stood
surprised
a
moment
,
and
then
broke
into
a
gentle
laugh
.
"
Hang
the
boy
,
ca
n't
I
never
learn
anything
?
Ai
n't
he
played
me
tricks
enough
like
that
for
me
to
be
looking
out
for
him
by
this
time
?
But
old
fools
is
the
biggest
fools
there
is
.
Ca
n't
learn
an
old
dog
new
tricks
,
as
the
saying
is
.
But
my
goodness
,
he
never
plays
them
alike
,
two
days
,
and
how
is
a
body
to
know
what
's
coming
?
He
'
pears
to
know
just
how
long
he
can
torment
me
before
I
get
my
dander
up
,
and
he
knows
if
he
can
make
out
to
put
me
off
for
a
minute
or
make
me
laugh
,
it
's
all
down
again
and
I
ca
n't
hit
him
a
lick
.
I
ai
n't
doing
my
duty
by
that
boy
,
and
that
's
the
Lord
's
truth
,
goodness
knows
.
Spare
the
rod
and
spile
the
child
,
as
the
Good
Book
says
.
I
'm
a
laying
up
sin
and
suffering
for
us
both
,
I
know
.
He
's
full
of
the
Old
Scratch
,
but
laws-a-me
!
he
's
my
own
dead
sister
's
boy
,
poor
thing
,
and
I
ai
n't
got
the
heart
to
lash
him
,
somehow
.
Every
time
I
let
him
off
,
my
conscience
does
hurt
me
so
,
and
every
time
I
hit
him
my
old
heart
most
breaks
.
Well-a-well
,
man
that
is
born
of
woman
is
of
few
days
and
full
of
trouble
,
as
the
Scripture
says
,
and
I
reckon
it
's
so
.
He
'll
play
hookey
this
evening
,
(
Southwestern
for
"
afternoon
"
)
and
I
'll
just
be
obleeged
to
make
him
work
,
to-morrow
,
to
punish
him
.
It
's
mighty
hard
to
make
him
work
Saturdays
,
when
all
the
boys
is
having
holiday
,
but
he
hates
work
more
than
he
hates
anything
else
,
and
I
've
GOT
to
do
some
of
my
duty
by
him
,
or
I
'll
be
the
ruination
of
the
child
.
"
Tom
did
play
hookey
,
and
he
had
a
very
good
time
.
He
got
back
home
barely
in
season
to
help
Jim
,
the
small
colored
boy
,
saw
next-day
's
wood
and
split
the
kindlings
before
supper
--
at
least
he
was
there
in
time
to
tell
his
adventures
to
Jim
while
Jim
did
three-fourths
of
the
work
.
Tom
's
younger
brother
(
or
rather
half-brother
)
Sid
was
already
through
with
his
part
of
the
work
(
picking
up
chips
)
,
for
he
was
a
quiet
boy
,
and
had
no
adventurous
,
troublesome
ways
.
While
Tom
was
eating
his
supper
,
and
stealing
sugar
as
opportunity
offered
,
Aunt
Polly
asked
him
questions
that
were
full
of
guile
,
and
very
deep
--
for
she
wanted
to
trap
him
into
damaging
revealments
.
Like
many
other
simple-hearted
souls
,
it
was
her
pet
vanity
to
believe
she
was
endowed
with
a
talent
for
dark
and
mysterious
diplomacy
,
and
she
loved
to
contemplate
her
most
transparent
devices
as
marvels
of
low
cunning
.
Said
she
:
"
Tom
,
it
was
middling
warm
in
school
,
war
n't
it
?
"
"
Yes
'm
.
"
"
Powerful
warm
,
war
n't
it
?
"
"
Yes
'm
.
"
