morning found Tom
\ Sawyer miserable. Monday morning
^ always found him so—because it began
another week's slow suffering in school.
He generally began that day with wish-
d ing he had had no intervening holiday,
;7 it made the going into captivity and
fetters again so much more odious.
Tom lay thinking. Presently it occurred to him that he wished he was sick; then he could stay home from school. Here was a vague possibility. He canvassed his system. No ailment was found, and he investigated again. This time he thought he could detect colicky symptoms, and he began to encourage them with considerable hope. But they soon grew feeble, and presently died wholly away. He reflected further.