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let 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 any-

body, 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, had

just come to live with her, and took ssssssssss

a set at me now, with a spelling-book. ssssssssss

She worked me middling hard for about ssssssssss

an hour, and then the widow made her ssssssssss

ease up. I couldn't stood it much longer. ssssssssss

Then for an hour it was deadly dull, ssssssssss

and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would ssssssssss

say, "Don't put your feet up there, ssssssssss

Huckleberry;" and "don't scrunch up ssssssssss

like that, Huckleberry -- set up straight;"

and pretty soon she would say, "Don't ssssssssss

gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry -- ssssssssss

why don't you try to behave?" Then ssssssssss

she told me all about the bad place, ssssssssss

and I said I wished I was there. She ssssssssss

got mad, then, but I didn't mean no ssssssssss

harm. All I wanted was to go some- ssssssssss

wheres; all I wanted was a change, I ssssssssss

warn't particular. She said it was ssssssssss

wicked to say what I said; said she ssssssssss

wouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to

the good place. Well, I couldn't see no advantage in going where she

was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it. But I never said

so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good.

Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the

good place. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around

all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didn't think

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