"Tom Sawyer, you are just as mean as you can be, to sneak up on a person and look at what they're looking at."

     "How could I know you was looking at anything?"

     "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Tom Sawyer; you know you're going to tell on me, and oh, what shall I do, what shall I do! I'll be whipped, and I never was whipped in school."

     Then she stamped her little foot and said:

     "Be so mean if you want to! I know something that's going to happen. You just wait and you'll see! Hateful, hateful, hateful!"--and she flung out of the house with a new explosion of crying.

     Tom stood still, rather flustered by this onslaught. Presently he said to himself: