When school broke up at noon, Tom flew to Becky Thatcher, and whispered in her ear:

     "Put on your bonnet and let on you're going home; and when you get to the corner, give the rest of 'em the slip, and turn down through the lane and come back. I'll go the other way and come it over 'em the same way."

     So the one went off with one group of scholars, and the other with another. In a little while the two met at the bottom of the lane, and when they reached the school they had it all to themselves. Then they sat together, with a slate before them, and Tom gave Becky the pencil and held her hand in his, guiding it, and so created another surprising house. When the interest in art began to wane, the two fell to talking. Tom was swimming in bliss. He said:

     "Do you love rats?"

     "No! I hate them!"

     "Well, I do, too--live ones. But I mean dead ones, to swing round your head with a string."