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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 4, Página 3
“All
right!
What
is
it,
Mary,
tell
me
what
it
is.”
“Never
you
mind,
Tom.
You
know
if
I
say
it’s
nice,
it
is
nice.”
“You
bet
that’s
true,
Mary.
All
right,
I’ll
try
again.”
And
he
did
try
again—and
driven
by
curiosity
and
the
promise
of
a
reward,
he
did
it
with
such
enthusiasm
that
he
achieved
great
success.
Mary
gave
him
a
brand-new
“Barlow”
knife
worth
twelve
and
a
half
cents,
and
the
thrill
of
delight
that
coursed
through
him
shook
him
to
his
core.
True,
the
knife
wouldn’t
cut
anything,
but
it
was
a
genuine
Barlow,
and
that
held
immense
prestige—though
why
Western
boys
believed
such
a
knife
could
be
faked
is
a
mystery
that
may
never
be
solved.
Tom
managed
to
scratch
the
cupboard
with
it
and
was
about
to
start
on
the
bureau
when
he
was
called
to
dress
for
Sunday
school.
Mary
gave
him
a
tin
basin
of
water
and
a
piece
of
soap,
and
he
went
outside,
placing
the
basin
on
a
small
bench.
He
dipped
the
soap
in
the
water
and
set
it
down;
rolled
up
his
sleeves;
poured
the
water
gently
on
the
ground,
then
went
into
the
kitchen
and
started
wiping
his
face
with
the
towel
behind
the
door.
But
Mary
took
the
towel
and
said:
“Now
aren’t
you
ashamed,
Tom.
You
shouldn’t
be
so
bad.
Water
won’t
hurt
you.”
Tom
was
slightly
embarrassed.
The
basin
was
refilled,
and
this
time
he
stood
over
it
for
a
moment,
gathering
courage;
took
a
deep
breath
and
began.
When
he
came
back
into
the
kitchen,
with
his
eyes
shut
and
reaching
for
the
towel,
soap
and
water
dripped
from
his
face.
But
when
he
emerged
from
the
towel,
he
wasn’t
quite
clean,
as
the
clean
area
stopped
at
his
chin
and
jaws,
like
a
mask;
below
and
around
his
neck
was
a
dark
area
of
untouched
skin.
Mary
took
charge,
and
when
she
was
done
with
him,
he
was
neat
and
tidy,
and
his
wet
hair
was
brushed
into
neat
curls.
[He
secretly
flattened
the
curls
with
effort,
pressing
his
hair
close
to
his
head;
he
thought
curls
were
unmanly,
and
they
filled
him
with
frustration.]
Then
Mary
took
out
a
suit
he
wore
only
on
Sundays
for
two
years—these
were
simply
called
his
“other
clothes”—showing
the
size
of
his
wardrobe.
She
fixed
him
up
after
he
dressed;
she
buttoned
his
neat
jacket
to
his
chin,
turned
his
large
shirt
collar
down
over
his
shoulders,
brushed
him
off,
and
topped
him
with
his
straw
hat.
He
now
looked
much
better
and
felt
uncomfortable.
He
was
as
uncomfortable
as
he
looked;
whole
clothes
and
cleanliness
felt
restrictive
to
him.
He
hoped
Mary
would
forget
his
shoes,
but
that
hope
was
dashed;
she
polished
them
thoroughly
with
tallow,
as
was
customary,
and
brought
them
out.
He
lost
his
temper
and
said
he
was
always
made
to
do
what
he
didn’t
want
to.
But
Mary
said,
gently:
“Please,
Tom—that’s
a
good
boy.”
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