it out at interest, and it fetched

it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round—more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’t stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back. The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn’t go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn’t really anything the matter with them,—that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better. After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn’t care no more about him, because I don’t take no stock in dead people. Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she wouldn’t. She said it was a mean practice and wasn’t clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself. Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on,

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it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round-more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I could not stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back. The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I could not do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you could not go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them, -that. is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better. After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I did not care no more about him, because I do not take no stock in dead people. Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she would not. She said it was a mean practice and was not clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they do not know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself. Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on,.

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It out, at interest and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round - more than a body could tell what to do, with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son and allowed, she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the. Time considering how, dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn 't stand it no longer. I lit out.I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again and was, free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said. He was going to start a band, of robbers and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went. Back. The widow she cried, over me and called me a poor lost lamb and she, called me a lot of other names too but she,,, Never meant no harm by it.She put me in them new, clothes again and I couldn 't do nothing but sweat, and sweat and feel all cramped up. Well then,,, The old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper and you, had to come to time. When you got to the table. You couldn 't go right to eating but you, had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over, the victualsThough there warn 't really anything the matter with them - is, that, only nothing everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel. Of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up and the, juice kind of, swaps around and the things go better. After. Supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers and I, was in a sweat to find out all about him;But by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn 't care no more, about him. Because I don 't take no stock in dead people. Pretty soon I wanted to smoke and asked, the widow to let me. But she wouldn', t. She said it was a mean practice and wasn ', t clean and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people.They get down on a thing when they don 't know nothing about it. Here she was a - bothering about Moses which was, no kin. To her and no, use to, gone anybody being, see you, finding yet a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some. Good in it. And she, took snuff too; of course that was, all right because she done it herself. Her sister Miss Watson,,, A tolerable slim, old maidWith, goggles on