Tom's mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work.

Ben said: "Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey ?" Tom wheeled suddenly and said: "Why, it's you, Ben! I warn't noticing." "Say--I'm going in a-swimming, I am.

Don't you wish you could?
But of course you'd druther WORK--wouldn't you?
Course you would!" Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said: "What do you call work ?" "Why, ain't THAT work ?" Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly: "Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't.

All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer." "Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you LIKE it ?" The brush continued to move.
"Like it?
Well, I don't see why I oughtn't to like it.

Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day ?" That put the thing in a new light.