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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 eat- ssssssssss

ing, but you had to wait for ssssssssss

the widow to tuck down her ssssssssss

head and grumble a little ssssssssss

over the victuals, though ssssssssss

there warn't really anything ssssssssss

the matter with them. That ssssssssss

is, nothing only everything ssssssssss

was cooked by itself. In a ssssssssss

barrel of odds and ends it is ssssssssss

different; things get mixed ssssssssss

up, and the juice kind of ssssssssss

swaps around, and the things ssssssssss

go better. ssssssssss

After supper she got out

her book and learned me ssssssssss

about Moses and the Bul- ssssssssss

rushers; and I was in a sweat ssssssssss

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

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