Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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"We can try, Tom; but I've seen such a beautiful country in my dream. I reckon we are going there/'
" Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying." They rose up and wandered along, hand in hand and hopeless. They tried to estimate how long they had been in the cave, but all they knew was that it seemed days and weeks, and yet it was plain that this could not be, for their candles were not gone yet. A long time after this—they could not tell how long—Tom said they must go softly and listen for dripping water—they must find a spring. They found one presently, and Tom said it was time to rest again. Both were cruelly tired, yet Becky said she thought she could go on a little farther. She was surprised to hear Tom dissent. She could not under­stand it. They sat down, and Tom fastened his candle to the wall in front of
them with some clay. Thought was soon busy; nothing was said for some time. Then Becky broke the silence: "Tom, I am so hungry ! " Tom took something out of his pocket. " Do you remember this? " said he. Becky almost smiled. "It's our wedding cake, Tom," "Yes—I wish it was as big as a barrel, for it's all we've got."
"I saved it from the pic-nic for us to dream on, Tom, the way grown-up people do with wedding cake—but it'll be our—"
She dropped the sentence where it was. Tom divided the cake and Becky ate with good appetite, while Tom nib­bled at his moiety. There was abundance of cold water to finish the feast with. By and by Becky suggested that they move on again. Tom was silent a moment. Then he said: