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He wished there was some way to get that boy into trouble without much risk to himself.

Tom's spelling-book fell under his eye.

Here was his opportunity.

He gratefully opened to the lesson for the afternoon and poured ink upon the page.

Becky, glancing in at a window behind him at the moment, saw the act, and moved on, without discovering herself.

She started homeward, now, intending to find Tom and tell him; Tom would be thankful and their troubles would be healed.

Before she was half way home, however, she had changed her mind.

The thought of Tom's treatment of her when she was talking about her picnic came scorching back and filled her with shame.

She resolved to let him get whipped on the damaged spelling-book's account, and to hate him forever, into the bargain.

TOM arrived at home in a dreary mood, and the first thing his aunt said to him showed him that he had brought his sorrows to an unpromising market:

"Tom, I've a notion to skin you alive!"

"Auntie, what have I done?"

"Well, you've done enough.

Here I go over to Sereny Harper, like an old softy, expecting I'm going to make her believe all that rubbage about that dream, when lo and behold you she'd found out from Joe that you was over here and heard all the talk we had that night.

Tom, I don't know what is to become of a boy that will act like that.

It makes me feel so bad to think you could let me go to Sereny Harper and make such a fool of myself and never say a word."

This was a new aspect of the thing. His smartness of the morning had seemed to Tom a good joke before, and very ingenious. It merely looked mean and shabby now. He hung his head and could not think of anything to say for a moment. Then he said:

"Auntie, I wish I hadn't done it-but I didn't think."

"Oh, child, you never think.

You never think of anything but your own selfishness.

You could think to come all the way over here from Jackson's Island in the night to laugh at our troubles, and you could think to fool me with a lie about a dream; but you couldn't ever think to pity us and save us from sorrow."

"Auntie, I know now it was mean, but I didn't mean to be mean. I didn't, honest. And besides, I didn't come over here to laugh at you that night."

CHAPTER XIX

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