forget it, I don’t. Often I says to myself, says I, ‘I used to mend all the boys’ kites and things, and show ’em where the good fishin’ places was, and befriend ’em what I could, and now they’ve all forgot old Muff when he’s in trouble; but Tom don’t, and Huck don’t — they don’t forget him, says I, ‘and I don’t forget them.

’ Well, boys, I done an awful thing — drunk and crazy at the time — that’s the only way I account for it — and now I got to swing for it, and it’s right. Right, and best, too, I reckon — hope so, anyway. Well, we won’t talk about that. I don’t want to make you feel bad; you’ve befriended me. But what I want to say, is, don’t you ever get drunk — then