Old Miss Watson died two months ago, and she was ashamed she ever was going to sell him down the river, and SAID so; and she set him free in her will." "Then what on earth did YOU want to set him free for, seeing he was already free ?" "Well, that IS a question, I must say; and just like women! Why, I wanted the ADVENTURE of it; and I'd a waded neck-deep in blood to -- goodness alive, AUNT POLLY!" If she warn't standing right there, just inside the door, looking as sweet and contented as an angel half full of pie, I wish I may never! Aunt Sally jumped for her, and most hugged the head off of her, and cried over her, and I found a good enough place for me under the bed, for it was getting pretty sultry for us, seemed to me.

And I peeped out, and in a little while Tom's Aunt Polly shook herself loose and stood there looking across at Tom over her spectacles--kind of grinding him into the earth, you know.

And then she says: "Yes, you BETTER turn y'r head away--I would if I was you, Tom." "Oh, deary me!" says Aunt Sally; "IS he changed so?
Why, that ain't TOM, it's Sid; Tom's--Tom's--why, where is Tom?
He was here a minute ago." "You mean where's Huck FINN--that's what you mean! I reckon I hain't raised such a scamp as my Tom all these years not to know him when I SEE him.

That WOULD be a pretty howdy-do.

Come out from under that bed, Huck Finn." So I done it.