the truth. I wanted to keep you from grieving — that was all that made me come.”
“I’d give the whole world to believe that — it would cover up a power of sins, Tom.
I’d ’most be glad you’d run off and acted so bad. But it ain’t reasonable; because, why didn’t you tell me, child?”
“Why, you see, when you got to talking about the funeral, I just got all full of the idea of our coming and hiding in the church, and I couldn’t somehow bear to spoil it. So I just put the bark back in my pocket and kept mum.”
“The bark I had wrote on to tell you we’d gone pirating. I wish, now, you’d