Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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The big eyes told Tom his blunder and he stopped, confused. " O, Tom ! Then I ain't the first you've ever been engaged to ! " The child began to cry. Tom said: " O don't cry, Becky, I don<t care for her any more." "Yes you do, Tom,—you know you do."
Tom tried to put his arm about her neck, but she pushed him away, and turned her face to the wall, and went on crying. Tom tried again, with sooth­ing words in his mouth, and was repulsed again. Then his pride was up, and he strode away and went outside. He stood about, restless and uneasy, for a while, glancing at the door, every now and then, hoping she would repent and come to find him. But she did not. Then he began to feel badly and fear that
he was in the wrong. It was a hard strug­gle with him to make new advances, now, but he nerved himself to it and entered. She was still standing back there in the corner, sobbing, with her face to the wall, Tom's heart smote him. He went to her and stood a moment, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Then he said hesitatingly: " Becky, I—I don't care for anybody but you."
No reply—but sobs.
" Becky,"— pleadingly. " Becky, won't you say something ?" More sobs.
Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top of an andiron, and
passed it around her so that she could see
it, and said:
"Please, Becky, won't you take it?"
She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out of the house and over the hills and far away, to return to school no more that day. Presently Becky