It's mighty hard to make him work
Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he
hates work more
than he hates anything else, and I've GOT to do some of my duty by him,
or I'll be the ruination of the child."
Tom did play hookey, and he had a very good time. He got back home
barely in season to help Jim, the
small colored boy, saw next-day's
wood and split the kindlings before supper-at least he was there in
time to tell his adventures to Jim while Jim did three-fourths of the
work.