"Just think of the fishing that's here." "I don't care for fishing.

I want to go home." "But, Joe, there ain't such another swimming-place anywhere." "Swimming's no good.

I don't seem to care for it, somehow, when there ain't anybody to say I sha'n't go in.

I mean to go home." "Oh, shucks! Baby! You want to see your mother, I reckon." "Yes, I DO want to see my mother--and you would, too, if you had one.
I ain't any more baby than you are." And Joe snuffled a little.
"Well, we'll let the cry-baby go home to his mother, won't we, Huck?
Poor thing--does it want to see its mother?
And so it shall.

You like it here, don't you, Huck?
We'll stay, won't we ?" Huck said, "Y-e-s"-- without any heart in it.
"I'll never speak to you again as long as I live," said Joe, rising.
"There now!" And he moved moodily away and began to dress himself.
"Who cares!" said Tom.