Nascent Drama

[The Dork Lord]

"I'll thank you to keep yourself to yourself, Mr. Thomas Sawyer.

 

[The Dork Lord]

I'll never speak to you again."

 

[Falconarg]

none1 gives a fuck

 

[The Dork Lord]

She tossed her head and passed on.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Tom was so stunned that he had not even presence of mind enough to say "Who cares, Miss Smarty?" until the right time to say it had gone by.

 

[The Dork Lord]

So he said nothing.

 

[The Dork Lord]

But he was in a fine rage, nevertheless.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He moped into the schoolyard wishing she were a boy, and imagining how he would trounce her if she were.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He presently encountered her and delivered a stinging remark as he passed.

 

[The Dork Lord]

She hurled one in return, and the angry breach was complete.

 

[The Dork Lord]

It seemed to Becky, in her hot resentment, that she could hardly wait for school to "take in," she was so impatient to see Tom flogged for the injured spelling-book.

 

[Falconarg]

:break:

 

[The Dork Lord]

If she had had any lingering notion of exposing Alfred Temple, Tom's offensive fling had driven it entirely away.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Poor girl, she did not know how fast she was nearing trouble herself.

 

[The Dork Lord]

The master, Mr. Dobbins, had reached middle age with an unsatisfied ambition.

 

[The Dork Lord]

The darling of his desires was, to be a doctor, but poverty had decreed that he should be nothing higher than a village schoolmaster.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Every day he took a mysterious book out of his desk and absorbed himself in it at times when no classes were reciting.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He kept that book under lock and key. There was not an urchin in school but was perishing to have a glimpse of it, but the chance never came. Every boy and girl had a theory about the nature of that book; but no two theories were alike, and there was no way of getting at the facts in the case. Now, as Becky was passing by the desk, which stood near the door, she noticed that the key was in the lock! It was a precious moment. She glanced around; found herself alone, and the next instant she had the book in her hands. The title-page -- Professor Somebody's ANATOMY -- carried no information to her mind; so she began to turn the leaves. She came at once upon a handsomely engraved and colored frontispiece -- a human figure, stark naked. At that moment a shadow fell on the page and Tom Sawyer stepped in at the door and caught a glimpse of the picture. Becky snatched at the book to close it, and had the hard luck to tear the pictured page half down the middle. She thrust the volume into the desk, turned the key, and burst out crying with shame and vexation.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Tom Sawyer, you are just as mean as you can be, to sneak up on a person and look at what they're looking at."

 

[The Dork Lord]

"How could I know you was looking at anything?"