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Rh "Why, who's that?"

"Who do you reckon 't is?"

"I hain't no idea. Who is it?"

"It's Tom Sawyer!"

By jings, I most slumped though the floor. But there

warn't no time to swap knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and shook, and kept on shaking; and all the time, how the woman did dance around and laugh and cry; and then how they both did fire off questions about Sid, and Mary, and the rest of the tribe.

But if they was joyful, it warn't nothing to what I was; for