And besides, that school's going to open, and I'd a had to go to it--well, I wouldn't stand THAT, Tom.

Looky here, Tom, being rich ain't what it's cracked up to be.

It's just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all the time.

Now these clothes suits me, and this bar'l suits me, and I ain't ever going to shake 'em any more.

Tom, I wouldn't ever got into all this trouble if it hadn't 'a' ben for that money; now you just take my sheer of it along with your'n, and gimme a ten-center sometimes--not many times, becuz I don't give a dern for a thing 'thout it's tollable hard to git--and you go and beg off for me with the widder." "Oh, Huck, you know I can't do that.