The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips.

he seated himself on its outer edge and contemplated the dreary vastness of the stream, wishing, the while, that he could only be drowned, all at once and unconsciously, without undergoing the uncomfortable routine devised by nature

Like many other simple–hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning.

She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy

ack some time in a week, or I'll tan

ack some time in a week, or I'll tan

ack some time in a week, or I'll tan

She seldom or never looked THROUGH them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove–lids just as well.

The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them.

So he forestalled what might be the next move: