"Tom Swept his brush dainty back and forth---stepped back to note the effect---added a touch here and there---criticized the effect again---Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said: "Say Tom let me whitewash a little."
"I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand that can do it the way it's got to be done." "No--- is that so? Oh come, now--- lemme me just try."
"Now lemme try. Say---I'll give you the core of my apple...Tom was literally rolling in wealth. he had besides the things before mentioned, 12 Marbles, part of a jew's harp, a piece of a blue bottle glass to look through, a spool cannon, a key that wouldn't un lock anything, a fragment of chalk, a glass stopper of the decanter, a tin soldier, a couple tadpoles, six firecrackers, a kitten with only one eye, a brass doorknob, a dog collar---but no dog--- the handle of a knife, four pieces of orange peel, and a dilapidated old window sash."
"He had had a nice, good, idle time all the while---- plenty of company and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it!"