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She
was
half
sorry
her
sagacity
had
miscarried
,
and
half
glad
that
Tom
had
stumbled
into
obedient
conduct
for
once
.
But
Sidney
said
:
"
Well
,
now
,
if
I
did
n't
think
you
sewed
his
collar
with
white
thread
,
but
it
's
black
.
"
"
Why
,
I
did
sew
it
with
white
!
Tom
!
"
But
Tom
did
not
wait
for
the
rest
.
As
he
went
out
at
the
door
he
said
:
"
Siddy
,
I
'll
lick
you
for
that
.
"
In
a
safe
place
Tom
examined
two
large
needles
which
were
thrust
into
the
lapels
of
his
jacket
,
and
had
thread
bound
about
them
--
one
needle
carried
white
thread
and
the
other
black
.
He
said
:
"
She
'd
never
noticed
if
it
had
n't
been
for
Sid
.
Confound
it
!
sometimes
she
sews
it
with
white
,
and
sometimes
she
sews
it
with
black
.
I
wish
to
geeminy
she
'd
stick
to
one
or
t
'
other
--
I
ca
n't
keep
the
run
of
'em
.
But
I
bet
you
I
'll
lam
Sid
for
that
.
I
'll
learn
him
!
"
He
was
not
the
Model
Boy
of
the
village
.
He
knew
the
model
boy
very
well
though
--
and
loathed
him
.
Within
two
minutes
,
or
even
less
,
he
had
forgotten
all
his
troubles
.
Not
because
his
troubles
were
one
whit
less
heavy
and
bitter
to
him
than
a
man
's
are
to
a
man
,
but
because
a
new
and
powerful
interest
bore
them
down
and
drove
them
out
of
his
mind
for
the
time
--
just
as
men
's
misfortunes
are
forgotten
in
the
excitement
of
new
enterprises
.
This
new
interest
was
a
valued
novelty
in
whistling
,
which
he
had
just
acquired
from
a
negro
,
and
he
was
suffering
to
practise
it
undisturbed
.
