Readmiora

We stopped talking, and got to thinking. By-and-by Tom says: “Looky here, Huck, what fools we are to not think of it before! I bet I know where Jim is.” “No! Where?” “In that hut down by the ash-hopper. Why, looky here. When we was at dinner, didn’t you see a nigger man go in there with some vittles?” “Yes.” “What did you think the vittles was for?” “For a dog.” “So’d I. Well, it wasn’t for a dog.” “Why?” “Because part of it was watermelon.” “So it was—I noticed it. Well, it does beat all that I never thought about…