do any but mean things, and you can’t bear to see anybody praised for doing good ones.

There — no thanks, as the widow says” — and Tom cuffed Sid’s ears and helped him to the door with several kicks. “Now go and tell auntie if you dare — and tomorrow you’ll catch it!”

Some minutes later the widow’s guests were at the supper-table, and a dozen children were propped up at little side-tables in the same room, after the fashion of that country and that day. At the proper time Mr. Jones made his little speech, in which he thanked the widow for the honor she was doing himself and his sons, but said that there was another person whose modesty —

And so forth and so on. He sprung his secret about Huck’s