Приключения Тома Сойера

Chapter 12

           Theoldladystoodpetrifiedwithastonishment,peeringoverherglasses;Tomlayonthefloorexpiringwithlaughter. 

           "Tom,whatonearthailsthatcat?" 

           "Idon’tknow,aunt,"gaspedtheboy. 

           "Why,Ineverseeanythinglikeit.Whatdidmakehimactso?" 

           "DeedIdon’tknow,AuntPolly;catsalwaysactsowhenthey’rehavingagoodtime." 

           "Theydo,dothey?"TherewassomethinginthetonethatmadeTomapprehensive. 

           "Yes’m.Thatis,Ibelievetheydo." 

           "YouDO?" 

           "Yes’m." 

           Theoldladywasbendingdown,Tomwatching,withinterestemphasizedbyanxiety. Toolatehedivinedher"drift." Thehandleofthetelltaleteaspoonwasvisibleunderthebed-valance. AuntPollytookit,helditup.Tomwinced,anddroppedhiseyes. AuntPollyraisedhimbytheusualhandlehisearandcrackedhisheadsoundlywithherthimble. 

           "Now,sir,whatdidyouwanttotreatthatpoordumbbeastso,for?" 

           "Idoneitoutofpityforhimbecausehehadn’tanyaunt." 

           "Hadn’tanyaunt!younumskull.Whathasthatgottodowithit?" 

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