Chapter 17
But there was no hilarity in the little town that same tranquil Saturday afternoon.The Harpers,and Aunt Polly's family,were being put into mourning,with great grief and many tears.An unusual quiet possessed the village,although it was ordinarily quiet enough,in all conscience.
The villagers conducted their concerns with an absent air,and talked little;but they sighed often.The Saturday holiday seemed a burden to the children.They had no heart in their sports,and gradually gave them up．
In the afternoon Becky Thatcher found herself moping about the deserted schoolhouse yard,and feeling very melancholy.But she found nothing there to comfort her.She soliloquized:
“Oh,if I only had a brass andiron knob again!But I haven't got anything now to remember him by.”And she choked back a little sob．
Presently she stopped,and said to herself:
“It was right here.Oh,if it was to do over again,I wouldn't say that—I wouldn't say it for the whole world.But he's gone now;I'll never never never see him any more.”
This thought broke her down and she wandered away,with the tears rolling down her cheeks.T
hen quite a group of boys and girls—playmates of Tom's and Joe's— came by,and stood looking over the paling fence and talking in reverent tones of how Tom did so-and-so,the last time they saw him,and how Joe said this and that small trifle （pregnant with awful prophecy,as they could easily see now!）—
and each speaker pointed out the exact spot where the lost lads stood at the time,and then added something like“and I was a-standing just so—
just as I am now,and as if you was him—I was as close as that—and he smiled,just this way—and then something seemed to go all over me,like — awful,you know—and I never thought what it meant,of course,but I can see now!”
Then there was a dispute about who saw the dead boys last in life,and many claimed that dismal distinction,and offered evidences,more or less tampered with by the witness;and when it was ultimately decided who did see the departed last,and exchanged the last words with them,the lucky parties took upon themselves a sort of sacred importance,and were gaped at and envied by all the rest.One poor chap,who had no other grandeur to offer,said with tolerably manifest pride in the remembrance:
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