TOM SAWYER WAITS.
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the clock away off in the town go booin–boom–boom–twelve licks—and all still again—stiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap, down in the dark amongst the trees–something was a-stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could just barely hear a "me-yow! me-yow!" down there. That was good! Says I, "me-yow! me-yow!" as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window on to the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in amongst the trees, and sure enough there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.
