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"
Ben
,
I
'd
like
to
,
honest
injun
;
but
Aunt
Polly
--
well
,
Jim
wanted
to
do
it
,
but
she
would
n't
let
him
;
Sid
wanted
to
do
it
,
and
she
would
n't
let
Sid
.
Now
do
n't
you
see
how
I
'm
fixed
?
If
you
was
to
tackle
this
fence
and
anything
was
to
happen
to
it
--
"
"
Oh
,
shucks
,
I
'll
be
just
as
careful
.
Now
lem
me
try
.
Say
--
I
'll
give
you
the
core
of
my
apple
.
"
"
Well
,
here
--
No
,
Ben
,
now
do
n't
.
I
'm
afeard
--
"
"
I
'll
give
you
ALL
of
it
!
"
Tom
gave
up
the
brush
with
reluctance
in
his
face
,
but
alacrity
in
his
heart
.
And
while
the
late
steamer
Big
Missouri
worked
and
sweated
in
the
sun
,
the
retired
artist
sat
on
a
barrel
in
the
shade
close
by
,
dangled
his
legs
,
munched
his
apple
,
and
planned
the
slaughter
of
more
innocents
.
There
was
no
lack
of
material
;
boys
happened
along
every
little
while
;
they
came
to
jeer
,
but
remained
to
whitewash
.
By
the
time
Ben
was
fagged
out
,
Tom
had
traded
the
next
chance
to
Billy
Fisher
for
a
kite
,
in
good
repair
;
and
when
he
played
out
,
Johnny
Miller
bought
in
for
a
dead
rat
and
a
string
to
swing
it
with
--
and
so
on
,
and
so
on
,
hour
after
hour
.
And
when
the
middle
of
the
afternoon
came
,
from
being
a
poor
poverty-stricken
boy
in
the
morning
,
Tom
was
literally
rolling
in
wealth
.
He
had
besides
the
things
before
mentioned
,
twelve
marbles
,
part
of
a
jews-harp
,
a
piece
of
blue
bottle-glass
to
look
through
,
a
spool
cannon
,
a
key
that
would
n't
unlock
anything
,
a
fragment
of
chalk
,
a
glass
stopper
of
a
decanter
,
a
tin
soldier
,
a
couple
of
tadpoles
,
six
fire-crackers
,
a
kitten
with
only
one
eye
,
a
brass
doorknob
,
a
dog-collar
--
but
no
dog
--
the
handle
of
a
knife
,
four
pieces
of
orange-peel
,
and
a
dilapidated
old
window
sash
.
He
had
had
a
nice
,
good
,
idle
time
all
the
while
--
plenty
of
company
--
and
the
fence
had
three
coats
of
whitewash
on
it
!
If
he
had
n't
run
out
of
whitewash
he
would
have
bankrupted
every
boy
in
the
village
.
Tom
said
to
himself
that
it
was
not
such
a
hollow
world
,
after
all
.
He
had
discovered
a
great
law
of
human
action
,
without
knowing
it
--
namely
,
that
in
order
to
make
a
man
or
a
boy
covet
a
thing
,
it
is
only
necessary
to
make
the
thing
difficult
to
attain
.
If
he
had
been
a
great
and
wise
philosopher
,
like
the
writer
of
this
book
,
he
would
now
have
comprehended
that
Work
consists
of
whatever
a
body
is
OBLIGED
to
do
,
and
that
Play
consists
of
whatever
a
body
is
not
obliged
to
do
.
And
this
would
help
him
to
understand
why
constructing
artificial
flowers
or
performing
on
a
tread-mill
is
work
,
while
rolling
ten-pins
or
climbing
Mont
Blanc
is
only
amusement
.
There
are
wealthy
gentlemen
in
England
who
drive
four-horse
passenger-coaches
twenty
or
thirty
miles
on
a
daily
line
,
in
the
summer
,
because
the
privilege
costs
them
considerable
money
;
but
if
they
were
offered
wages
for
the
service
,
that
would
turn
it
into
work
and
then
they
would
resign
.
The
boy
mused
awhile
over
the
substantial
change
which
had
taken
place
in
his
worldly
circumstances
,
and
then
wended
toward
headquarters
to
report
.
Tom
presented
himself
before
Aunt
Polly
,
who
was
sitting
by
an
open
window
in
a
pleasant
rearward
apartment
,
which
was
bedroom
,
breakfast-room
,
dining-room
,
and
library
,
combined
.
The
balmy
summer
air
,
the
restful
quiet
,
the
odor
of
the
flowers
,
and
the
drowsing
murmur
of
the
bees
had
had
their
effect
,
and
she
was
nodding
over
her
knitting
--
for
she
had
no
company
but
the
cat
,
and
it
was
asleep
in
her
lap
.
Her
spectacles
were
propped
up
on
her
gray
head
for
safety
.
She
had
thought
that
of
course
Tom
had
deserted
long
ago
,
and
she
wondered
at
seeing
him
place
himself
in
her
power
again
in
this
intrepid
way
.
He
said
:
"
May
n't
I
go
and
play
now
,
aunt
?
"
"
What
,
a
're
ady
?
How
much
have
you
done
?
"
