itâs you, Ben! I warnât noticing.â
â Sayâ
I
âm going in a-swimming,
I
am. Donât you wish you could? But of course youâd druther
work
âwouldnât you? Course you would!â
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
âWhat do you call work?â
âWhy ainât
that
work?â
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
âWell, maybe it is, and maybe it ainât. All I know is, it suits Tom Sawyer.â
âOh come, now, you donât mean to let on that you
like
it?â
The brush continued to move.
âLike it? Well, I donât see why I oughtnât to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?â
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forthâstepped back to note the effectâadded a touch here and thereâcriticized the effect againâBen watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
âSay, Tom, let
me
whitewash a little.â
Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:
âNoânoâI reckon it wouldnât hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Pollyâs awful particular about this fenceâright here on the street, you knowâbut if it was the back fence I wouldnât mind and
she
wouldnât. Yes, sheâs awful particular about this fence; itâs got to be done very careful; I reckon there ainât one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way itâs got to be done.â
âNoâis that so? Oh come, nowâlemme just try. Only just a littleâIâd let
you
, if you was me, Tom.â
âBen, Iâd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Pollyâwell, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldnât let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldnât let Sid. Now donât you see how Iâm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to itââ
âOh, shucks, Iâll be just as careful. Now lemme try. SayâIâll give you the core of my apple.â
âWell, hereâNo, Ben, now donât. Iâm afeardââ
âIâll give you
all
of it!â
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 withâand 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 Jewâs-harp, a piece of blue bottle glass to look through, a spool cannon, a key that wouldnât 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 door-knob, a dog collarâbut no dogâthe 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 companyâand the fence had three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadnât 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 itânamely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing
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