? ? ? ? "Why, who's that?"
? ? ? ? "Who do you reckon 't is?"
? ? ? ? "I haint no idea. Who is it?"
? ? ? ? "It's Tom Sawyer!"
? ? ? ? By jings, I most slumped through the floor. But there warn't no time to swap knives; the old man grabbed me by the hand and shook, and kept on shaking; and all the time, how the woman did dance around and laugh and cry; and then how they both did fire off questions about Sid, and Mary, and the rest of the tribe.
? ? ? ? But if they was joyful, it warn't nothing to what I was; for it was like being born again, I was so glad to find out who I was. Well, they froze to me for two hours; and at last when my chin was so tired it couldn't hardly go, any more, I had told them more about my family- I mean the Sawyer family- than ever happened to any six Sawyer families.
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