rich.”

Nothing but a heavy strain upon the good manners of the company kept back the due and proper complimentary laugh at this pleasant joke. But the silence was a little awkward. Tom broke it:

“Huck’s got money.

Maybe you don’t believe it, but he’s got lots of it. Oh, you needn’t smile — I reckon I can show you. You just wait a minute.”

Tom ran out of doors. The company looked at each other with a perplexed interest — and inquiringly at Huck, who was tongue-tied.

“Sid, what ails Tom?” said Aunt Polly. “He — well, there ain’t ever any making of that boy out. I never — ”