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"
Tom
,
what
a
turn
you
did
give
me
.
Now
you
shut
up
that
nonsense
and
climb
out
of
this
.
"
The
groans
ceased
and
the
pain
vanished
from
the
toe
.
The
boy
felt
a
little
foolish
,
and
he
said
:
"
Aunt
Polly
,
it
SEEMED
mortified
,
and
it
hurt
so
I
never
minded
my
tooth
at
all
.
"
"
Your
tooth
,
indeed
!
What
's
the
matter
with
your
tooth
?
"
"
One
of
them
's
loose
,
and
it
aches
perfectly
awful
.
"
"
There
,
there
,
now
,
do
n't
begin
that
groaning
again
.
Open
your
mouth
.
Well
--
your
tooth
IS
loose
,
but
you
're
not
going
to
die
about
that
.
Mary
,
get
me
a
silk
thread
,
and
a
chunk
of
fire
out
of
the
kitchen
.
"
Tom
said
:
"
Oh
,
please
,
auntie
,
do
n't
pull
it
out
.
It
do
n't
hurt
any
more
.
I
wish
I
may
never
stir
if
it
does
.
Please
do
n't
,
auntie
.
I
do
n't
want
to
stay
home
from
school
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
do
n't
,
do
n't
you
?
So
all
this
row
was
because
you
thought
you
'd
get
to
stay
home
from
school
and
go
a-fishing
?
Tom
,
Tom
,
I
love
you
so
,
and
you
seem
to
try
every
way
you
can
to
break
my
old
heart
with
your
outrageousness
.
"
By
this
time
the
dental
instruments
were
ready
.
The
old
lady
made
one
end
of
the
silk
thread
fast
to
Tom
's
tooth
with
a
loop
and
tied
the
other
to
the
bedpost
.
Then
she
seized
the
chunk
of
fire
and
suddenly
thrust
it
almost
into
the
boy
's
face
.
The
tooth
hung
dangling
by
the
bedpost
,
now
.
But
all
trials
bring
their
compensations
.
As
Tom
wended
to
school
after
breakfast
,
he
was
the
envy
of
every
boy
he
met
because
the
gap
in
his
upper
row
of
teeth
enabled
him
to
expectorate
in
a
new
and
admirable
way
.
He
gathered
quite
a
following
of
lads
interested
in
the
exhibition
;
and
one
that
had
cut
his
finger
and
had
been
a
centre
of
fascination
and
homage
up
to
this
time
,
now
found
himself
suddenly
without
an
adherent
,
and
shorn
of
his
glory
.
His
heart
was
heavy
,
and
he
said
with
a
disdain
which
he
did
not
feel
that
it
was
n't
anything
to
spit
like
Tom
Sawyer
;
but
another
boy
said
,
"
Sour
grapes
!
"
and
he
wandered
away
a
dismantled
hero
.
