Adventures of Pinocchio | Page 3

him!"
He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though--and
loathed him.
Within two minutes, or even less, he had forgotten all his troubles. Not because his
troubles were one whit less heavy and bitter to him than a man's are to a man, but because
a new and powerful interest bore them down and drove them out of his mind for the
time--just as men's misfortunes are forgotten in the excitement of new enterprises. This
new interest was a valued novelty in whistling, which he had just acquired from a negro,
and he was suffering to practise it undisturbed. It consisted in a peculiar bird-like turn, a
sort of liquid warble, produced by touching the tongue to the roof of the mouth at short
intervals in the midst of the music--the reader probably remembers how to do it, if he has
ever been a boy. Diligence and attention soon gave him the knack of it, and he strode
down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He felt
much as an astronomer feels who has discovered a new planet--no doubt, as far as strong,
deep, unalloyed pleasure is concerned, the advantage was with the boy, not the
astronomer.
The summer evenings were long. It was not dark, yet. Presently Tom checked his whistle.
A stranger was before him--a boy a shade larger than himself. A new-comer of any age or
either sex was an impressive curiosity in the poor little shabby village of St. Petersburg.
This boy was well dressed, too--well dressed on a week-day. This was simply astounding.
His cap was a dainty thing, his close-buttoned blue cloth roundabout was new and natty,
and so were his pantaloons. He had shoes on--and it was only Friday. He even wore a
necktie, a bright bit of ribbon. He had a citified air about him that ate into Tom's vitals.
The more Tom stared at the splendid marvel, the higher he turned up his nose at his
finery and the shabbier and shabbier his own outfit seemed to him to grow. Neither boy
spoke. If one moved, the other moved--but only sidewise, in a circle; they kept face to

face and eye to eye all the time. Finally Tom said:
"I can lick you!"
"I'd like to see you try it."
"Well, I can do it."
"No you can't, either."
"Yes I can."
"No you can't."
"I can."
"You can't."
"Can!"
"Can't!"
An uncomfortable pause. Then Tom said:
"What's your name?"
"'Tisn't any of your business, maybe."
"Well I 'low I'll MAKE it my business."
"Well why don't you?"
"If you say much, I will."
"Much--much--MUCH. There now."
"Oh, you think you're mighty smart, DON'T you? I could lick you with one hand tied
behind me, if I wanted to."
"Well why don't you DO it? You SAY you can do it."
"Well I WILL, if you fool with me."
"Oh yes--I've seen whole families in the same fix."
"Smarty! You think you're SOME, now, DON'T you? Oh, what a hat!"
"You can lump that hat if you don't like it. I dare you to knock it off--and anybody that'll
take a dare will suck eggs."

"You're a liar!"
"You're another."
"You're a fighting liar and dasn't take it up."
"Aw--take a walk!"
"Say--if you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head."
"Oh, of COURSE you will."
"Well I WILL."
"Well why don't you DO it then? What do you keep SAYING you will for? Why don't
you DO it? It's because you're afraid."
"I AIN'T afraid."
"You are."
"I ain't."
"You are."
Another pause, and more eying and sidling around each other. Presently they were
shoulder to shoulder. Tom said:
"Get away from here!"
"Go away yourself!"
"I won't."
"I won't either."
So they stood, each with a foot placed at an angle as a brace, and both shoving with might
and main, and glowering at each other with hate. But neither could get an advantage.
After struggling till both were hot and flushed, each relaxed his strain with watchful
caution, and Tom said:
"You're a coward and a pup. I'll tell my big brother on you, and he can thrash you with
his little finger, and I'll make him do it, too."
"What do I care for your big brother? I've got a brother that's bigger than he is--and
what's more, he can throw him over that fence, too." [Both brothers were imaginary.]
"That's a lie."

"YOUR saying so don't make it so."
Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe, and said:
"I dare you to step over that, and I'll lick you till you can't stand up. Anybody that'll take
a dare