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The
old
lady
was
bending
down
,
Tom
watching
,
with
interest
emphasized
by
anxiety
.
Too
late
he
divined
her
"
drift
.
"
The
handle
of
the
telltale
teaspoon
was
visible
under
the
bed-valance
.
Aunt
Polly
took
it
,
held
it
up
.
Tom
winced
,
and
dropped
his
eyes
.
Aunt
Polly
raised
him
by
the
usual
handle
--
his
ear
--
and
cracked
his
head
soundly
with
her
thimble
.
"
Now
,
sir
,
what
did
you
want
to
treat
that
poor
dumb
beast
so
,
for
?
"
"
I
done
it
out
of
pity
for
him
--
because
he
had
n't
any
aunt
.
"
"
Had
n't
any
aunt
!
--
you
numskull
.
What
has
that
got
to
do
with
it
?
"
"
Heaps
.
Because
if
he
'd
had
one
she
'd
a
burnt
him
out
herself
!
She
'd
a
roasted
his
bowels
out
of
him
'
thout
any
more
feeling
than
if
he
was
a
human
!
"
Aunt
Polly
felt
a
sudden
pang
of
remorse
.
This
was
putting
the
thing
in
a
new
light
;
what
was
cruelty
to
a
cat
MIGHT
be
cruelty
to
a
boy
,
too
.
She
began
to
soften
;
she
felt
sorry
.
Her
eyes
watered
a
little
,
and
she
put
her
hand
on
Tom
's
head
and
said
gently
:
"
I
was
meaning
for
the
best
,
Tom
.
And
,
Tom
,
it
DID
do
you
good
.
"
Tom
looked
up
in
her
face
with
just
a
perceptible
twinkle
peeping
through
his
gravity
.
"
I
know
you
was
meaning
for
the
best
,
aunty
,
and
so
was
I
with
Peter
.
It
done
HIM
good
,
too
.
I
never
see
him
get
around
so
since
--
"
"
Oh
,
go
'
long
with
you
,
Tom
,
before
you
aggravate
me
again
.
And
you
try
and
see
if
you
ca
n't
be
a
good
boy
,
for
once
,
and
you
need
n't
take
any
more
medicine
.
"
