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Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said: ‘What do you call work?’

          ‘Why, ain’t that work?’
                                                                                          What would
          Tom resumed his whitewashing and answered carelessly: ‘Well,                    you have done if

          maybe it is and maybe it ain’t. All I know is, it suits Tom Sawyer.’            you got a similar
                                                                                                        Let’s connect
                                                                                          punishment like Tom?
          ‘Oh come, now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?’

          ‘Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence
          every day?’

          That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush
          daintily back and forth—stepped back to note the effect—added a touch here and
          there—Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more
          absorbed. Presently he said: ‘Say, Tom, let me whitewash a while.’

          Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind. ‘No—no—I reckon it

          wouldn’t hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly’s awful particular about this fence —right
          here on the street, you know—but if it was the back fence I wouldn’t mind and she
          wouldn’t. Yes, she’s awful particular about this fence; it’s got to be done very careful; I
          reckon there ain’t one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it’s
          got to be done.’

          ‘No—is that so? Oh come, now—lemme just try. Only just a little. I’ll be careful. Now

          lemme try. Say—I’ll give you the core of my apple.’

          ‘Well, here—No, Ben, now don’t. I’m afeard—’

          ‘I’ll give you all of it!’

          Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face,
          but alacrity in his heart. And while the late
          steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the
          sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade
          close by, dangled his legs, and munched his

          apple, and planned the slaughter of more


           contemplated: observed carefully
           ain’t: (here) short form of ‘is not’
           daintily: slowly and gracefully
           consent: to agree to do something
           altered: changed
           reckon: to think or believe
           lemme: short form of ‘let me’
           afeard: afraid
           reluctance: an unwillingness to do something
           alacrity: speed and interest

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