WELL, three or four months run along, and it was well into the winter now.

I had been to school most all the time and could spell and read and write just a little, and could say the multiplication table up to six times seven is thirty-five, and I don't reckon I could ever get any further than that if I was to live forever.

I don't take no stock in mathematics, anyway.
At first I hated the school, but by and by I got so I could stand it.
Whenever I got uncommon tired I played hookey, and the hiding I got next day done me good and cheered me up.

So the longer I went to school the easier it got to be.

I was getting sort of used to the widow's ways, too, and they warn't so raspy on me.