Mark Twain

His aunt Polly stood surprised a moment, and then broke into a gentle laugh

My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis—"
"And

sumptuously

smeared from head to foot with tallow drippings, daubed with clay, and entirely delighted with the success of the day

nibbled at his moiety.

The children groped their way back to the spring

Huck, I always reckoned we'd get it. It's just too good to believe, but we HAVE got it, sure!

We'll keep them there all the time, and we'll hold our orgies there, too. It's an awful snug place for orgies."
"What orgies?"
"I dono. But robbers always have orgies, and of course we've got to have them, too.

but brimful of interest.

lauded Truth about the hatchet!