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1There was something about Aunt Polly's manner, when she kissed Tom, that swept away his low spirits and made him
2lighthearted and happy again. He started to school and had the luck of coming upon Becky Thatcher at the head of Meadow
3Lane. His mood always determined his manner. Without a moment's hesitation he ran to her and said: "I acted mighty mean
4today, Becky, and I'm so sorry. I won't ever, ever do that way again, as long as ever I live--please make up, won't
5you?" The girl stopped and looked him scornfully in the face: "I'll thank you to keep yourself to yourself, Mr. Thomas
6Sawyer. I'll never speak to you again." She tossed her head and passed on. Tom was so stunned that he had not even
7presence of mind enough to say "Who cares, Miss Smarty?" until the right time to say it had gone by. So he said nothing.
8But he was in a fine rage, nevertheless. He moped into the schoolyard wishing she were a boy, and imagining how he would
9trounce her if she were. He presently encountered her and delivered a stinging remark as he passed. She hurled one in
10return, and the angry breach was complete. It seemed to Becky, in her hot resentment, that she could hardly wait for
11school to "take in," she was so impatient to see Tom flogged for the injured spelling-book. If she had had any lingering
12notion of exposing Alfred Temple, Tom's offensive fling had driven it entirely away. Poor girl, she did not know how
13fast she was nearing trouble herself. The master, Mr. Dobbins, had reached middle age with an unsatisfied ambition. The
14darling of his desires was, to be a doctor, but poverty had decreed that he should be nothing higher than a village
15schoolmaster. Every day he took a mysterious book out of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no classes
16were reciting. He kept that book under lock and key. There was not an urchin in school but was perishing to have a
17glimpse of it, but the chance never came. Every boy and girl had a theory about the nature of that book; but no two
18theories were alike, and there was no way of getting at the facts in the case. Now, as Becky was passing by the desk,
19which stood near the door, she noticed that the key was in the lock! It was a precious moment. She glanced around; found
20herself alone, and the next instant she had the book in her hands. The titlepage--Professor Somebody's Anatomy--carried
21no information to her mind; so she began to turn the leaves. She came at once upon a handsomely engraved and colored
22frontispiece--a human figure, stark naked. At that moment a shadow fell on the page and Tom Sawyer stepped in at the
23door and caught a glimpse of the picture. Becky snatched at the book to close it, and had the hard luck to tear the
24pictured page half down the middle. She thrust the volume into the desk, turned the key, and burst out crying with shame
25and vexation. "Tom Sawyer, you are just as mean as you can be, to sneak up on a person and look at what they're looking
26at." "How could I know you was looking at anything?" "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Tom Sawyer; you know you're
27going to tell on me, and oh, what shall I do, what shall I do! I'll be whipped, and I never was whipped in school." Then
28she stamped her little foot and said: "Be so mean if you want to! I know something that's going to happen. You just wait
29and you'll see! Hateful, hateful, hateful!"--and she flung out of the house with a new explosion of crying. Tom stood
30still, rather flustered by this onslaught. Presently he said to himself: "What a curious kind of a fool a girl is! Never
31been licked in school! Shucks! What's a licking! That's just like a girl--they're so thin-skinned and chicken-hearted.
32Well, of course I ain't going to tell old Dobbins on this little fool, because there's other ways of getting even on
33her, that ain't so mean; but what of it? Old Dobbins will ask who it was tore his book. Nobody'll answer. Then he'll do
34just the way he always does--ask first one and then t'other, and when he comes to the right girl he'll know it, without
35any telling. Girls' faces always tell on them. They ain't got any backbone. She'll get licked. Well, it's a kind of a
36tight place for Becky Thatcher, because there ain't any way out of it." Tom conned the thing a moment longer, and then
37added: "All right, though; she'd like to see me in just such a fix--let her sweat it out!" Tom joined the mob of
38skylarking scholars outside. In a few moments the master arrived and school "took in." Tom did not feel a strong
39interest in his studies. Every time he stole a glance at the girls' side of the room Becky's face troubled him.
40Considering all things, he did not want to pity her, and yet it was all he could do to help it. He could get up no
41exultation that was really worthy the name. Presently the spelling-book discovery was made, and Tom's mind was entirely
42full of his own matters for a while after that. Becky roused up from her lethargy of distress and showed good interest
43in the proceedings. She did not expect that Tom could get out of his trouble by denying that he spilt the ink on the
44book himself; and she was right. The denial only seemed to make the thing worse for Tom. Becky supposed she would be
45glad of that, and she tried to believe she was glad of it, but she found she was not certain. When the worst came to the
46worst, she had an impulse to get up and tell on Alfred Temple, but she made an effort and forced herself to keep
47still--because, said she to herself, "he'll tell about me tearing the picture sure. I wouldn't say a word, not to save
48his life!" Tom took his whipping and went back to his seat not at all broken-hearted, for he thought it was possible
49that he had unknowingly upset the ink on the spelling-book himself, in some skylarking bout--he had denied it for form's
50sake and because it was custom, and had stuck to the denial from principle. A whole hour drifted by, the master sat
51nodding in his throne, the air was drowsy with the hum of study. By and by, Mr. Dobbins straightened himself up, yawned,
52then unlocked his desk, and reached for his book, but seemed undecided whether to take it out or leave it. Most of the
53pupils glanced up languidly, but there were two among them that watched his movements with intent eyes. Mr. Dobbins
54fingered his book absently for a while, then took it out and settled himself in his chair to read! Tom shot a glance at
55Becky. He had seen a hunted and helpless rabbit look as she did, with a gun levelled at its head. Instantly he forgot
56his quarrel with her. Quick--something must be done! done in a flash, too! But the very imminence of the emergency
57paralyzed his invention. Good!--he had an inspiration! He would run and snatch the book, spring through the door and
58fly. But his resolution shook for one little instant, and the chance was lost--the master opened the volume. If Tom only
59had the wasted opportunity back again! Too late. There was no help for Becky now, he said. The next moment the master
60faced the school. Every eye sank under his gaze. There was that in it which smote even the innocent with fear. There was
61silence while one might count ten--the master was gathering his wrath. Then he spoke: "Who tore this book?" There was
62not a sound. One could have heard a pin drop. The stillness continued; the master searched face after face for signs of
63guilt. "Benjamin Rogers, did you tear this book?" A denial. Another pause. "Joseph Harper, did you?" Another denial.
64Tom's uneasiness grew more and more intense under the slow torture of these proceedings. The master scanned the ranks of
65boys--considered a while, then turned to the girls: "Amy Lawrence?" A shake of the head. "Gracie Miller?" The same sign.
66"Susan Harper, did you do this?" Another negative. The next girl was Becky Thatcher. Tom was trembling from head to foot
67with excitement and a sense of the hopelessness of the situation. "Rebecca Thatcher" [Tom glanced at her face--it was
68white with terror]--"did you tear--no, look me in the face" [her hands rose in appeal]--"did you tear this book?" A
69thought shot like lightning through Tom's brain. He sprang to his feet and shouted--"I done it!" The school stared in
70perplexity at this incredible folly. Tom stood a moment, to gather his dismembered faculties; and when he stepped
71forward to go to his punishment the surprise, the gratitude, the adoration that shone upon him out of poor Becky's eyes
72seemed pay enough for a hundred floggings. Inspired by the splendor of his own act, he took without an outcry the most
73merciless flaying that even Mr. Dobbins had ever administered; and also received with indifference the added cruelty of
74a command to remain two hours after school should be dismissed--for he knew who would wait for him outside till his
75captivity was done, and not count the tedious time as loss, either. Tom went to bed that night planning vengeance
76against Alfred Temple; for with shame and repentance Becky had told him all, not forgetting her own treachery; but even
77the longing for vengeance had to give way, soon, to pleasanter musings, and he fell asleep at last with Becky's latest
78words lingering dreamily in his ear-- "Tom, how could you be so noble!"
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