‘Three of them! They’re coming here, Tom! Oh, let’s go home!’ ‘Perhaps he can hear us,’ Tom whispered back. That’s Hoss Williams’ grave, He died last week.’ ‘Do you see that new grave there?’ whispered Huck. When the boys got there, they put the dead cat on a grave, and sat down behind some trees.
The graveyard was on a hill, about a mile from St Petersburg. He climbed quietly out of the bedroom window, and then he and Huck walked out of the village with the dead cat. He waited for Huck’s meow, and at eleven o’clock it came. That night Tom went to bed at half past nine. He took Tom by the ear and moved him back to his chair in the boys’ half of the room. The man was taller than the house, and he had very big hands and very long legs. Next, Tom drew a picture of a house and put it in front of her. A minute later the apple was in front of her again. She put it back on Tom’s half of the table. There was an apple on the table in front of her. The other children began to work again.Īfter ten minutes, the girl looked up. Tom walked to the chair next to the new girl, sat down and opened his book. ‘Now, Tom Sawyer, you go and sit with the girls!’ That was bad, but talking with Huckleberry Finn was worse, much worse! The teacher took his stick, and two minutes later Tom’s trousers were very-hot and the teacher’s arm was very tired. ‘I stopped to talk with Huckleberry Tinn!’ he said. Tom thought quickly, and then looked at the teacher. In the girls’ half of the room there was only one empty chair, and it was next to the new girl. Oh, how beautiful she was! And in two seconds Tom was in love! He must sit next to her. There was a new girl in the schoolroom - a beautiful girl with blue eyes and long yellow hair. ‘Thomas Sawyer, why are you late again?’ he said. ‘Come and meow for me at my window at eleven o’clock.’Īfter this, Tom was late for school, and the teacher looked at him angrily. A dead cat can call ghosts out of their graves.’ I’m going to take it to the graveyard tonight,’ Huck said. ‘What’re you going to do with it?’ asked Tom. The mothers, of St Petersburg didn’t like Huck, but Tom and his friends did. He didn’t go to school, he was always dirty, and he never had a new shirt. Huck had no mother, and his father drank whiskey all the time, so Huck lived in the streets. In the street near the school he met his friend Huckleberry Finn. On Monday morning Tom didn’t want to go to school, but Aunt Polly got him out of bed, and then out of the house. Tom quickly took a second apple and ran off. She took Tom into the house and gave him an apple. When she saw the beautiful white fence, she was very pleased. He went back to the house.Īunt Polly came out of the house to look. He was the richest boy in St Petersburg, and the fence - all thirty meters of it -was a beautiful white. By the afternoon Tom had three balls, an old knife, a cat with one eye, an old blue bottle, and a lot of other exciting things.
More friends came to laugh at Tom, but soon they all wanted to paint, too. Tom was the richest boy in St Petersburg. He did not smile, but for the first time that day he was a very happy boy. My brother Sid wanted to paint, too, but she said no.’ You see, my aunt wants me to do it because I’m good at painting. Joe began to get very interested, and said: He often stopped, moved back from the fence and looked at his work with a smile. He came up to Tom and looked at the fence. He saw his friend Joe Harper in the street, but he didn’t look at him. He took up the brush again and began work. There were hours of work in front of him and he was the unhappiest boy in the village.Īfter ten minutes Tom had an idea, a wonderful idea. Then he stopped and looked at the fence, put down his brush and sat down.
He put his brush in the paint and painted some of the fence. He looked at the fence it was three meters high and thirty meters long. Tom came out of his house with a brush and a big pot of white paint in his hand. Tom was the unhappiest boy in the village. It was summer and the sun was hot and there were flowers in all the gardens. Well, it’s Saturday tomorrow and there’s no school, but it isn’t going to be a holiday for Tom. I love that Tom, my dead sister’s child, but he isn’t an easy boy for an old lady. So Aunt Polly looked, and Tom was out of the house in a second. ‘Oh, Aunt Polly! Quick - look behind you!’ ‘Ah, there you are! And what’s that in your pocket?’Īunt Polly put out her hand and stopped him. A small boy ran past, but Aunt Polly put out her hand and stopped him.
Then she opened the door and looked out into the garden. ‘Where is that boy? When I find him, I’m going to…’Īunt Polly looked under the bed. Chapter six: Under the cross Chapter one Tom and his friends