Chapter 18
That was Tom's great secret—the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals.
They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log,at dusk on Saturday,landing five or six miles below the village;they had slept in the woods at the edge of the town till nearly daylight,and had then crept through back lanes and alleys and finished their sleep in the gallery of the church among a chaos of invalided benches．
At breakfast,Monday morning,Aunt Polly and Mary were very loving to Tom,and very attentive to his wants.There was an unusual amount of talk.In the course of it Aunt Polly said:
“Well,I don't say it wasn't a fine joke,Tom,to keep everybody suffering 'most a week so you boys had a good time,but it is a pity you could be so hardhearted as to let me suffer so.If you could come over on a log to go to your funeral,you could have come over and give me a hint some way that you warn't dead,but only run off.”
“Yes,you could have done that,Tom,”said Mary;“and I believe you would if you had thought of it.”
“Would you,Tom?”said Aunt Polly,her face lighting wistfully.“Say,now,would you,if you'd thought of it?”
“I—well,I don't know.'Twould a spoiled everything.”
“Tom,I hoped you loved me that much,”said Aunt Polly,with a grieved tone that discomforted the boy.“It would have been something if you'd cared enough to think of it,even if you didn't do it.”
“Now auntie,that ain't any harm,”pleaded Mary;“it's only Tom's giddy way—he is always in such a rush that he never thinks of anything.”
“More's the pity.Sid would have thought.And Sid would have come and done it,too.Tom,you'll look back,some day,when it's too late,and wish you'd cared a little more for me when it would have cost you so little.”
“Now auntie,you know I do care for you,”said Tom．
“I'd know it better if you acted more like it.”
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