{"id":"01KG16TBGE1RN79DGK3EWW18E4","cid":"bafkreif4rkatxmnyogjpdz7frconzqui5hmwkptlgyumnee577sgscnski","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":5099,"extracted_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:15.327Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","start_line":5023,"text":"Go ’long Sid, Mary, Tom—take yourselves off—you’ve hendered me long\r\nenough.”\r\n\r\nThe children left for school, and the old lady to call on Mrs. Harper\r\nand vanquish her realism with Tom’s marvellous dream. Sid had better\r\njudgment than to utter the thought that was in his mind as he left the\r\nhouse. It was this: “Pretty thin—as long a dream as that, without any\r\nmistakes in it!”\r\n\r\nWhat a hero Tom was become, now! He did not go skipping and prancing,\r\nbut moved with a dignified swagger as became a pirate who felt that the\r\npublic eye was on him. And indeed it was; he tried not to seem to see\r\nthe looks or hear the remarks as he passed along, but they were food and\r\ndrink to him. Smaller boys than himself flocked at his heels, as proud\r\nto be seen with him, and tolerated by him, as if he had been the drummer\r\nat the head of a procession or the elephant leading a menagerie into\r\ntown. Boys of his own size pretended not to know he had been away at\r\nall; but they were consuming with envy, nevertheless. They would have\r\ngiven anything to have that swarthy sun-tanned skin of his, and his\r\nglittering notoriety; and Tom would not have parted with either for a\r\ncircus.\r\n\r\nAt school the children made so much of him and of Joe, and delivered\r\nsuch eloquent admiration from their eyes, that the two heroes were\r\nnot long in becoming insufferably “stuck-up.” They began to tell their\r\nadventures to hungry listeners—but they only began; it was not a\r\nthing likely to have an end, with imaginations like theirs to furnish\r\nmaterial. And finally, when they got out their pipes and went serenely\r\npuffing around, the very summit of glory was reached.\r\n\r\nTom decided that he could be independent of Becky Thatcher now. Glory\r\nwas sufficient. He would live for glory. Now that he was distinguished,\r\nmaybe she would be wanting to “make up.” Well, let her—she should see\r\nthat he could be as indifferent as some other people. Presently she\r\narrived. Tom pretended not to see her. He moved away and joined a group\r\nof boys and girls and began to talk. Soon he observed that she was\r\ntripping gayly back and forth with flushed face and dancing eyes,\r\npretending to be busy chasing schoolmates, and screaming with laughter\r\nwhen she made a capture; but he noticed that she always made her\r\ncaptures in his vicinity, and that she seemed to cast a conscious eye\r\nin his direction at such times, too. It gratified all the vicious vanity\r\nthat was in him; and so, instead of winning him, it only “set him up”\r\n the more and made him the more diligent to avoid betraying that he\r\nknew she was about. Presently she gave over skylarking, and moved\r\nirresolutely about, sighing once or twice and glancing furtively and\r\nwistfully toward Tom. Then she observed that now Tom was talking more\r\nparticularly to Amy Lawrence than to any one else. She felt a sharp pang\r\nand grew disturbed and uneasy at once. She tried to go away, but her\r\nfeet were treacherous, and carried her to the group instead. She said to\r\na girl almost at Tom’s elbow—with sham vivacity:\r\n\r\n“Why, Mary Austin! you bad girl, why didn’t you come to Sunday-school?”\r\n\r\n“I did come—didn’t you see me?”\r\n\r\n“Why, no! Did you? Where did you sit?”\r\n\r\n“I was in Miss Peters’ class, where I always go. I saw _you_.”\r\n\r\n“Did you? Why, it’s funny I didn’t see you. I wanted to tell you about\r\nthe picnic.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, that’s jolly. Who’s going to give it?”\r\n\r\n“My ma’s going to let me have one.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, goody; I hope she’ll let _me_ come.”\r\n\r\n“Well, she will. The picnic’s for me. She’ll let anybody come that I\r\nwant, and I want you.”\r\n\r\n“That’s ever so nice. When is it going to be?”\r\n\r\n“By and by. Maybe about vacation.”\r\n\r\n“Oh, won’t it be fun! You going to have all the girls and boys?”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG16PTCDYF77S56RW0Q78Q7P","peer_label":"CHAPTER XVIII","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG0K71QZ8KK7RGEGSNTB5534","peer_label":"tom_sawyer.txt","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFXT0KM64XT6K8W52TDEE0YS","peer_label":"More Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG16TBGK2TPEMTJ1DD11J8J9","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG16TBGMZFAFKQ9XNKDWX5QV","peer_label":"Chunk 4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-28T02:27:15.638Z","ts":"2026-01-28T02:27:16.665Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}