Some minutes later the widow's guests were at the supper table,and a dozen children were propped up at little side tables in the same room,after the fashion of that country and that day.At the proper time Mr.Jones made his little speech,in which he thanked the widow for the honor she was doing himself and his sons,but said that there was another person whose modesty—
And so forth and so on.He sprung his secret about Huck's share in the adventure in the finest dramatic manner he was master of,but the surprise it occasioned was largely counterfeit and not as clamorous and effusive as it might have been under happier circumstances.
However,the widow made a pretty fair show of astonishment,and heaped so many compliments and so much gratitude upon Huck that he almost forgot the nearly intolerable discomfort of his new clothes in the entirely intolerable discomfort of being set up as a target for everybody's gaze and everybody's laudations．
The widow said she meant to give Huck a home under her roof and have him educated;and that when she could spare the money she would start him in business in a modest way.Tom's chance was to come.He said:
“Huck don't need it.Huck's rich.”
Nothing but a heavy strain upon the good manners of the company kept back the due and proper complimentary laugh at this pleasant joke.But the silence was a little awkward.Tom broke it:
“Huck's got money.Maybe you don't believe it,but he's got lots of it.Oh,you needn't smile—I reckon I can show you.You just wait a minute.”
Tom ran out of doors.The company looked at each other with a perplexed interest—and inquiringly at Huck,who was tongue-tied．
“Sid,what ails Tom?”said Aunt Polly.“He—well,there ain't ever any making of that boy out.I never —”
Tom entered,struggling with the weight of his sacks,and Aunt Polly did not finish her sentence.Tom poured the mass of yellow coin upon the table and said:
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