A few minutes later Tom was in the shoal water of the bar, wading toward the Illinois shore. Before the depth reached his middle he was halfway over; the current would permit no more wading, now, so h

Tom disappeared under the bed just in time. He lay and "breathed" himself for a time, and then crept to where he could almost touch his aunt's foot. "But as I was saying," said Aunt Polly, "he warn't

But this memory was too much for the old lady, and she broke entirely down. Tom was snuffling, now, himself - and more in pity of himself than anybody else. He could hear Mary crying, and putting in a