You don’t know about me, without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.

The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’t stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied.

Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there.