Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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of ribbon. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals. The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow. Neither boy spoke. If one moved, the other moved—but only sidewise, in a circle ; they kept face to face and eye to eye all the time. Finally Tom said:
" I can lick you! "
" I'd like to see you try it."
"Well, I can do it."
" No you can't, either."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't."
"You can't."
An uncomfortable pause. Then Tom said:
" What's your name ? "
" 'Tisn't any of your business, maybe."
"Well I 'low I'll make it my business."
" Well why don't you ? "
" If you say much I will."
"Much—much—much. There now."
" Oh, you think you're mighty smart, don't you ? I could lick you with one hand tied behind me, if I wanted to."
" Well why don't you do it ? You say you can do it."
"Well I will, if you fool with me."
"Oh yes—I've seen whole families in the same fix."
" Smarty ! You think you're some, now, don't you ? Oh what a hat! "
" You can lump that hat if you don't like it. I dare you to knock it off—and anybody that'll take a dare will suck eggs."
"You're a liar! "
" You're another."