Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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Let me see it. Tom partly uncovered a dismal caricature of a house with two gable ends to it and a cork-screw of smoke issuing from the chimney. Then the girl's interest began to fasten itself upon the work and she forgot everything else. When it was finished, she gazed a moment, then whispered : " It's nice—make a man."
The artist erected a man in the front yard, that resembled a derrick. He could have stepped over the house; but the girl was not hypercritical; she was satisfied with the monster, and whispered :
" It's a beautiful man—now make me coming along."
Tom drew an hour-glass with a full moon and straw limbs to it and armed the
spreading fingers with a por­tentous fan. The girl said:
"It's ever so nice—I wish I could draw."
"It's easy," whispered Tom, "I'll learn you."
" O, will you ? When ? " "At noon. Do you go home to dinner ? "
"I'll stay if you will." " Good, — that's a - whack. tom as an artist.                                What's your name ? "
" Becky Thatcher. What's yours ? Oh, I know. It's Thomas Sawyer." "That's the name they lick me by. I'm Tom when I'm good. You call me Tom, will you ? " "Yes."
Now Tom began to scrawl something on the slate, hiding the words from the girl. But she was not backward this time. She begged to see. Tom said: "Oh it ain't anything." "Yes it is." "No it ain't. You don't want to see."