? ? ? ? "He has got use for it. How you talk, you better say; you don't know nothing about it. He's got to have a rope ladder; they all do."
? ? ? ? "What in the nation can he do with it?"
? ? ? ? "Do with it? He can hide it in his bed, can't he? That's what they all do; and he's got to, too. Huck, you don't ever seem to want to do anything that's regular; you want to be starting something fresh all the time. Spose he don't do nothing with it? ain't it there in his bed, for a clew, after he's gone? and don't you reckon they'll want clews? Of course they will. And you wouldn't leave them any? That would be a pretty howdy- do, wouldn't it! I never heard of such a thing."
? ? ? ? "Well," I says, "if it's in the regulations, and he's got to have it, all right, let him have it; because I don't wish to go back on no regulations; but there's one thing, Tom Sawyer- if we go to tearing up our sheets to make Jim a rope-ladder, we're going to get into trouble with Aunt Sally, just as sure as you're born. Now, the way I look at it, a hickry-bark ladder don't cost nothing, and don't waste nothing, and is just as good to load up a pie with, and hide in a straw tick, as any rag ladder you can start; and as for Jim, he ain't had no experience, and so he don't care what kind of a-"
? ? ? ? "Oh, shucks, Huck Finn, if I was as ignorant as you, I'd keep still- that's what I'd do.
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