The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. 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. 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. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. 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.
Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put 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. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. We got six thousand dollars apiece-all gold. Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. Aunt Polly-Tom’s Aunt Polly, she is-and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth.
Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. YOU don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer but that ain’t no matter. I was happier when I could eat whenever I chose to, though this meant I had to make meals of the bits of food other people had thrown away. When supper was being served, the widow always rang a bell, and I had to come quickly. I felt too warm in them and I could not move my arms and legs freely. The widow cried over me and gave me new clothes to wear, but I hated those new clothes. For this reason, I returned to live with her. I put on my old clothes and ran away and was free and happy, but Tom Sawyer found me and said that if I want ed to join his club and be friends, I would have to return to live with the widow. The Widow Douglas took me into her home to live, but I did not enjoy living in a nice house.
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