I m going to buy a new drum, and a sure nough sword, and a red necktie
and a bull pup, and get married.
Married!
That s it.
Tom, you why, you ain t in your right mind.
Wait you ll see.
Well, that s the foolishest thing you could do. Look at pap and my
mother. Fight! Why, they used to fight all the time. I remember, mighty
well.
That ain t anything. The girl I m going to marry won t fight.
Tom, I reckon they re all alike. They ll all comb a body. Now you
better think bout this awhile. I tell you you better. What s the name
of the gal?
It ain t a gal at all it s a girl.
It s all the same, I reckon; some says gal, some says girl both s
right, like enough. Anyway, what s her name, Tom?
I ll tell you some time not now.
All right that ll do. Only if you get married I ll be more lonesomer
than ever.
No you won t. You ll come and live with me. Now stir out of this and
we ll go to digging.
They worked and sweated for half an hour. No result. They toiled another
halfhour. Still no result. Huck said:
Do they always bury it as deep as this?
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