She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up.I couldn't stood it much longer.Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety.Miss Watson would say, "Don't put your feet up there, Huckleberry;" and "Don't scrunch up like that, Huckleberry -- set up straight;" and pretty soon she would say, "Don't gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry -- why don't you try to behave?" Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there.She got mad then, but I didn't mean no harm.All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular.She said it was wicked to say what Isaid; said she wouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place.Well, I couldn't see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it.But Inever said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good.
Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place.She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever.So I didn't think much of it.But I never said so.I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight.I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.
Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome.
By and by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed.I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table.Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use.I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me.Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.I got so down-hearted and scared I did wish I had some company.Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up.I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so Iwas scared and most shook the clothes off of me.I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away.But I hadn't no confidence.You do that when you've lost a horseshoe that you've found, instead of nailing it up over the door, but I hadn't ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when you'd killed a spider.
I set down again, a-shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke;for the house was all as still as death now, and so the widow wouldn't know.Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom -- 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 among the trees, and, sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.