Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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was Tom's great secret — the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. They had paddled over to the Mis­souri shore on a log, at dusk on Satur­day, landing five or six miles below the village ; they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight, and had then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided benches.
At breakfast, Monday morning, Aunt Polly and Mary were very loving to Tom, and very attentive to his wants. There was an unusual amount of talk. In the course of it Aunt Polly said:
"Well, I don't say it wasn't a fine joke, Tom, to keep everybody suffering 'most
a week so you boys had a good time, but it is a pity you could be so hard-hearted