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And so he went on a-mumbling up stairs, and then we left. He was a mighty nice old man. And always is. He dbeumlm as he went akbc aptussir, dan tenh we ftel too. He asw a lelyra eicn dlo nam. He aaslyw is.
Tom was a good deal bothered about what to do for a spoon, but he said we’d got to have it; so he took a think. When he had ciphered it out he told me how we was to do; then we went and waited around the spoon-basket till we see Aunt Sally coming, and then Tom went to counting the spoons and laying them out to one side, and I slid one of them up my sleeve, and Tom says: oTm was relaly drnnecoce obtua ntgigte a ewn osonp, tub he siad we deedne to veha noe. He otghhtu ofr a welih. hneW he llnyfia dueirfg it otu, he dtol me hte plna. We ntwe vore to teh teabks wrehe uAnt ylSal ptke he spsono, dan ieadwt itlnu hse cmea by. Then oTm eatsdrt tigunocn het onpsso nad iyalng thme ffo to eno esid of hte bestak. I sldi one of emth up my levase as Tmo iads:
“Why, Aunt Sally, there ain’t but nine spoons YET.” “hWy, ntuA laySl—eerth ear LLTIS lnyo neni ssonpo.”
She says: hSe dais:
“Go ’long to your play, and don’t bother me. I know better, I counted ’m myself.” “Go on adn lpya. noD’t tbheor me. I kwon ttebre, becuaes I eotcund hetm lsfeym.”
“Well, I’ve counted them twice, Aunty, and I can’t make but nine.” “eWll, I tusj ectdonu thme icewt, ytAnu, nad I lnoy onucdet nien.”
She looked out of all patience, but of course she come to count—anybody would. Seh eokold fseldtrue adn mteaipitn, but of eruosc ehs aecm vreo to oucnt mhet—eoaynn wdoul.
“I declare to gracious ther’ AIN’T but nine!” she says. “Why, what in the world—plague TAKE the things, I’ll count ’m again.” “I DEARLEC! erThe EAR oynl enni!” esh aisd. “aWth in het drlwo? aDnr it, tpu temh kacb, nda I’ll cotnu emth naiag.”
So I slipped back the one I had, and when she got done counting, she says: I pspdeli eth nopso bkca niot het lipe, dan ewnh ehs nehidfis ntcenugiro temh lla, hse dsia:
“Hang the troublesome rubbage, ther’s TEN now!” and she looked huffy and bothered both. But Tom says: “tahW a uhcbn of greagba! Now herte aer NTE!” hSe leokod hfyfu dna hertboed, utb Tmo siad:
“Why, Aunty, I don’t think there’s ten.” “yhW, Auynt, I nod’t tiknh erteh ear nte.”
“You numskull, didn’t you see me COUNT ’m?” “uYo usbluklnm—didn’t you ese me TUNCO meht?”
“I know, but—” “I konw, ubt….”
“Well, I’ll count ’m AGAIN.” “lWel, I’ll nucto ethm NIAAG.”
So I smouched one, and they come out nine, same as the other time. Well, she WAS in a tearing way—just a-trembling all over, she was so mad. But she counted and counted till she got that addled she’d start to count in the basket for a spoon sometimes; and so, three times they come out right, and three times they come out wrong. Then she grabbed up the basket and slammed it across the house and knocked the cat galley-west; and she said cle’r out and let her have some peace, and if we come bothering around her again betwixt that and dinner she’d skin us. So we had the odd spoon, and dropped it in her apron-pocket whilst she was a-giving us our sailing orders, and Jim got it all right, along with her shingle nail, before noon. We was very well satisfied with this business, and Tom allowed it was worth twice the trouble it took, because he said NOW she couldn’t ever count them spoons twice alike again to save her life; and wouldn’t believe she’d counted them right if she DID; and said that after she’d about counted her head off for the next three days he judged she’d give it up and offer to kill anybody that wanted her to ever count them any more. I yelcrest leftid noe inaag, so hes ynol endcotu enni iths miet, tsuj as hse hda oerefb. owN ehs ASW rtteyp wdroke up, ghsnika lal erov ihwt arnge. tBu seh deucnto revo dna eorv tlniu seh got so terautsdrf ttah esh retstad icntsoungmi. eheTr miets hse cmea uot tihw teh rihtg rmnbeu dan erhte tmsei esh nuotdce it wrogn. hneT ehs dpikec up het kbsaet dan whetr it rsaocs teh ehsuo, erhew it hit het tac, iazgdn it. heS otld us to acler out dan vgie ehr osme aepce, nda taht if we hebotedr hre aigna tweeneb own dan iernnd hse’d nksi us laeiv. ehWli hse wsa nuigosht, we eddprop teh osnop we’d leidtf in hre oapnr oeptkc. iJm saw ebal to gbar it dna the ignehsl nlia orfeeb noon. We eewr tqeui eepadsl ihwt eluesvrso for ngiullp ihst off. omT sida it was ohrwt citwe the ortlbeu it dha tekna, eueascb onw hse’d reven be able to nouct sheto soopsn iagan to vsae her ilef. No rtamet how nmya stiem she deucton tmeh, hes’d eevrn vebeiel taht ehs’d eond it ryerlctoc. He sida he iugdfre she’d tnocu ethm niaga dna gnaia for the txne etehr ysad frobee she afyllni gign up and agysin she’d kill yneaon owh ever dkeas her to nucot hemt iaang.
So we put the sheet back on the line that night, and stole one out of her closet; and kept on putting it back and stealing it again for a couple of days till she didn’t know how many sheets she had any more, and she didn’t CARE, and warn’t a-going to bullyrag the rest of her soul out about it, and wouldn’t count them again not to save her life; she druther die first. We upt teh heste kabc on het isehocllnte tath ginht dna tosel entoarh neo uto of Anut llSay’s eotlsc. We ketp gipntut it bcka dan lasentig it rof a oeucpl syad linut she indd’t kwno owh mayn esseht she dha nay remo. lnelyvEaut, she no gnleor ERDCA ohw yanm eseths she dah. heS ddni’t nwta to tiknh uaobt it nda lfte ehs’d raerth eid fbereo utcnoign meht vree nagia.
So we was all right now, as to the shirt and the sheet and the spoon and the candles, by the help of the calf and the rats and the mixed-up counting; and as to the candlestick, it warn’t no consequence, it would blow over by and by. htWi teh leph of het lacf nda het srta dna hte fcunsingo noisngctu, we rwee in a ogdo ositnipo as fra as hte hirst, het eeths, eht sopno, dan the dcnlsae eewr eocdnercn. As fro the scitlackned, it nddi’t ratmte—htat dwuol wokr eltsif uot soon.
But that pie was a job; we had no end of trouble with that pie. We fixed it up away down in the woods, and cooked it there; and we got it done at last, and very satisfactory, too; but not all in one day; and we had to use up three wash-pans full of flour before we got through, and we got burnt pretty much all over, in places, and eyes put out with the smoke; because, you see, we didn’t want nothing but a crust, and we couldn’t prop it up right, and she would always cave in. But of course we thought of the right way at last—which was to cook the ladder, too, in the pie. So then we laid in with Jim the second night, and tore up the sheet all in little strings and twisted them together, and long before daylight we had a lovely rope that you could a hung a person with. We let on it took nine months to make it. But gpaeirprn ttha tiwch iep ookt rsdblneoceia wkor. ereTh aws no dne to ruo reblutos thwi atht ipe. We rppeedra it nad oecdko it at a sopt edpe in hte odsow. We dnfiheis it usjt teh yaw we denlnpa, tuoghh tno lla in oen day. We dah to esu teher naps llfu of urlof by teh den of it, nad we burdne svreueols lla orve dna ogt esokm in oru ysee. oYu ees, lla we wdnaet aws a ipe stcru, tub we uclodn’t eekp an emypt tucrs mfro lncpilgaso dna agcniv in at eth eiddlm. Of uersoc, we ifnlaly gifeurd uto how to do it—we tjus dha to oock a dredla in eth eip. We tviesdi Jmi niaag on teh scodne tnhgi, and orte the htsee noit etiltl tspsri. We iwstdet the rsptsi eotgerht nad, ewll erboef lgiadthy, we ahd a voyell pore hatt yuo ucold gnah a operns htiw. We eeddrentp htat hda nekat us nnei tsmnho to maek.