But that's human nature--hurry along, hurry along!" The boys wanted to know what the hurry was about.
"Never mind; you'll see, when we get to the Widow Douglas'." Huck said with some apprehension--for he was long used to being falsely accused: "Mr.Jones, we haven't been doing nothing." The Welshman laughed.
"Well, I don't know, Huck, my boy.

I don't know about that.

Ain't you and the widow good friends ?" "Yes.

Well, she's ben good friends to me, anyway." "All right, then.

What do you want to be afraid for ?" This question was not entirely answered in Huck's slow mind before he found himself pushed, along with Tom, into Mrs.Douglas' drawing-room.
Mr.Jones left the wagon near the door and followed.
The place was grandly lighted, and everybody that was of any consequence in the village was there.