Part 42 (2/2)

And so he went on a-hty nice old ood deal bothered about what to do for a spoon, but he said we'd got to have it; so he took a think When he had ciphered it out he told me hoas to do; then ent and waited around the spoon-basket till we see Aunt Sally co them out to one side, and I slid one of them up my sleeve, and Tom says:

”Why, Aunt Sally, there ain't but nine spoons _yet_”

She says:

”Go 'long to your play, and don't bother me I know better, I counted 'm myself”

”Well, I've counted them twice, Aunty, and I can't make but nine”

She looked out of all patience, but of course she coracious ther' _ain't_ but nine!” she says ”Why, what in the world?plague _take_ the things, I'll count 'ain”

So I slipped back the one I had, and when she got done counting, she says:

”Hang the troublesoe, ther's _ten_ now!” and she looked huffy and bothered both But Tom says:

”Why, Aunty, I don't think there's ten”

”You numskull, didn't you see me _count 'ain_”

So I smouched one, and they come out nine, sa way?just a-tre all over, she was so ot that addled she'd start to count in the basket for a spoon soht, and three tirabbed up the basket and slaalley-west; and she said cle'r out and let her have soain betwixt that and dinner she'd skin us So we had the odd spoon, and dropped it in her apron-pocket whilst she was a-giving us our sailing orders, and Jile nail, before noon We was very well satisfied with this business, and Tom allowed it orth twice the trouble it took, because he said _now_ she couldn't ever count theain to save her life; and wouldn't believe she'd counted theht if she _did_; and said that after she'd about counted her head off for the next three days he judged she'd give it up and offer to kill anybody that wanted her to ever count them any ht, and stole one out of her closet; and kept on putting it back and stealing it again for a couple of days till she didn't kno many sheets she had anythe rest of her soul out about it, and wouldn't count theain not to save her life; she druther die first

So as all right now, as to the shi+rt and the sheet and the spoon and the candles, by the help of the calf and the rats and the ; and as to the candlestick, it warn't no consequence, it would blow over by and by

But that pie was a job; we had no end of trouble with that pie We fixed it up away down in the woods, and cooked it there; and we got it done at last, and very satisfactory, too; but not all in one day; and we had to use up three wash-pans full of flour before we got through, and we got burnt pretty much all over, in places, and eyes put out with the s but a crust, and we couldn't prop it up right, and she would always cave in But of course we thought of the right way at last?which was to cook the ladder, too, in the pie So then we laid in with Jis and twisted theht we had a lovely rope that you could a hung a person with We let on it took nine months to make it

And in the forenoon we took it down to the woods, but it wouldn't go into the pie Being h for forty pies if we'd a wanted the you choose We could a had a whole dinner

But we didn't need it All we needed was just enough for the pie, and so we throwed the rest away We didn't cook none of the pies in the wash-pan?afraid the solder would -pan which he thought considerable of, because it belonged to one of his ancesters with a long wooden handle that coland with William the Conqueror in the Mayflower or one of thearret with a lot of other old pots and things that was valuable, not on account of being any account, because they warn't, but on account of the relicts, you know, and we snaked her out, private, and took her down there, but she failed on the first pies, because we didn't kno, but she coh, and set her in the coals, and loaded her up with rag rope, and put on a dough roof, and shut down the lid, and put hot e handle, cool and comfortable, and in fifteen minutes she turned out a pie that was a satisfaction to look at But the person that et it would want to fetch a couple of kags of toothpicks along, for if that rope ladder wouldn't cra about, and lay hih stomach-ache to last him till next time, too

Nat didn't look e put the witch pie in Jim's pan; and we put the three tin plates in the botto all right, and as soon as he was by himself he busted into the pie and hid the rope ladder inside of his straw tick, and scratched some marks on a tin plate and throwed it out of the -hole

CHAPTER xxxVIII

MAKING theh job, and so was the saw; and Jihest of all That's the one which the prisoner has to scrabble on the wall But he had to have it; Toot_ to; there warn't no case of a state prisoner not scrabbling his inscription to leave behind, and his coat of arms

”Look at Lady Jane Grey,” he says; ”look at Gilford Dudley; look at old Northumberland! Why, Huck, s'pose it _is_ considerble trouble??what you going to do??how you going to get around it? Jiot_ to do his inscription and coat of arms They all do”

Jiot no coat o' arot nuffn but dish yer ole shi+rt, en you knows I got to keep de journal on dat”