Sunday, March 8, 2015

Hey, Soul Sister Lyrics

Hey, Soul Sister


Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Your lipstick stains
On the front part of my
Left side brain
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you
Blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam
The smell of you in every
Single dream I dream
I knew when we collided
You're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind
Hey soul sister
Ain't that Mr. mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Just in time
I'm so glad you have
A one track mind like me
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection
We can't deny
I'm so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat
Right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you
Like a virgin, you're Madonna
And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind
Hey soul sister
Ain't that Mr. mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
The way you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see, I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you'll be with me
Hey soul sister
Ain't that Mr. mister
On the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey soul sister
I don't wanna miss
A single thing you do
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Tonight
Hey, hey, hey
Tonight


Monday, March 2, 2015

Red Flame

Red Flame

  “Hi,Solomon!”Jim called to the horse that was eying him from the other side of the fence.
  Jim and his mother had recently come to live on the Circle F ranch, and Solomon belonged on the next ranch, the Double V. Why he stood alone in the pasture day after day, Jim didn’t know. But the horse looked wise, and so the boy called him Solomon.
  Jim who was wearing a new cowboy hat, thought,”If I had a horse, I could be a cowboy.”
  There was a good reason for Jim’s wish. Every fall for years the men of the Circle F ranch had been the most  daring riders in the rodeo held at Ellensville. And that rodeo, open to boy riders also, was now only a week away.
  When Jim had first seen Solomon, the horse had eyed him in a very unfriendly way.But since then Jim had given him carrots and lumps of sugar.The horse no longer looked crossly at him as he passed. They were now friends.And so when Jim called,”Hi, Solomon!” the horse came toward the fence with a friendly whinny.The boy was glad to see that. He got up on the fence and flung himself on the horse’s back, as he had done many times before.
  Solomon tossed his head and galloped off with a joyful squeal, as Jim grasped the mane of the animal and hung on fiercely.Hearing the clatter of hoofs beneath him gave Jim a thrill.”I can ride a horse, anyway,” he said to himself,”even if I don’t have one of my own. And it’s better to know how to ride a horse and not have one than to have one and not know how to ride it!”
  Just then Solomon stopped so suddenly thathe almost sent Jim headlong. For a moment the boy hung halfway between the horse’s mane and the ground.When he let himself down,Solomon began nuzzling him for a carrot. Jim gave him one, rubbed his nose, and went back to the Circle F.
  fter supper, when the cowboys were sitting on the porchof the ranch house, Jim went over to listen to their talk about the rodeo.Long John, the foreman, said, “Grimsonof the Double V is making the same offer he has made for the past three years. He says anyone who can ride that Red Flame of his can have him.”
  The cowboys had all tried their luck with Red Flame, for he was a challenge to their fame as riders. Before coming here they have dared to boast they could ride anything on four hoofs, but that was before they met Grimson’s red horse. When the men went to the bunk house, Jim did not join them. He sat looking off toward the hills and thinking that if he had a horse, he might ride in the parade at the rodeo.
  The week slipped by. Finally the first day of the great yearly celebration came. Jim knew the day without looking at a calendar, for many cowboys had been riding by the Circle F since dawn, in their best outfits. Long John hailed Jim. “ Come on, cowboy, if you’re going to Ellensville with me!” he said. Jim needed no second invitation. Calling goodby to his mother, he shot from the house like a streak. He had been afraid the foreman wouldn’t take him to the rodeo.
  When Jim and Long John arrived in Ellensville, they found the streets crowded with riders – the best in the country. How Jim admired them! When he grew up, he was going to be a cowboy, too, he told himself. “There will be some greenhorns here this year who will try to ride Red Flame,” chuckled Long John. “Want to see them take a tumble?” ”Oh, yes!” answered Jim eagerly. He had never been at the rodeo before and so had never seen the dangerous animal, Red Flame, that everybody talked so much about. “Come over this way,” Long John said.”We’ll get a good place along the fence. Finding a place was not easy. There were many others besides Long John and Jim who wanted to see if anyone could ride Red Flame this year. One after another the events of the rodeo took place. And then it was time for the event whichwas the most exciting one of all. The man who made the announcement raised his megaphone and called out that Red Flame would be given to any rider who could stay on his back for five minutes. As the cattlemen pressed closer to the fence, Jim suddenly heard a yell from the cowboy who was mounting the horse. Then out of the corral gate shot Red Flame with a rider on his back. Sixty seconds later Jim saw a hat sailing to the ground,followed by its owner.   The cowboy picked himself up, slapped the dust off his hat and limped away. “One minute on the streak of lightning is long enough for me!” he said.
  Eagerly Jim watched Red Flame burst out of the gate again and again with a rider on his back. For a minute or so each one clung to him and then went sprawling headlong, while the animal tossed his mane and galloped away. At last the gate burst open for the ninth time, and Red Flame came bounding out. The horse’s neck was gleaming in the sun as he reared and bucked under the unwelcome load on his back. “That fellow’s going to ride him!” cried a boy in a high-pitched voice. “Ride him, cowboy!” But this man did no better than the ones before him. Off he went like all the rest.
  This time Red Flame, instead of letting himself be caught, galloped across the enclosure to the fence where Jim and Long John were watching. Before anyone realized what Jim was doing, he had reached out for the horse’s mane, and in a flash was over the fence and on Red Flame’s back.”Stop!” yelled the owner of the animal. “Why didn’t somebody stop that boy?” A frightened hush fell on the watchers. Everybody expected to see Jim tossed over Red Flame’s head or trampled under his flying heels.
  Instead, the horse flung his tail to the wind and galloped to the end of the fence with the boy. Then he went galloping gaily about the grounds as though he was proud of his new rider. When Jim finally got off the horse, a burst of loud applause came from the crowd. “ They’re cheering for you!” Long John said to the boy.           “They’re cheering because you stayed on Red Flame’s back for more than five minutes. But what in the world made you do anything so wild? You might have been killed. That horse hasn’t ever been ridden before.” Then the owner of Red Flame stepped up to Jim. “I don’t know how you rode him, lad,” he said. “But you did, and the horse is yours.” He shook Jim by the hand. “If you’re not afraid of him, step around to the entrance and get Red Flame.” “You mean-!” Jim began, and then he made an excited dash for the entrance.
  It was late in the evening when a boy wearing a wide hat came riding up the ranch road to the Circle F. His horse was red, and the saddle and trappings which went with it were so new that they squeaked. The boy reined in and then gave a whistle that brought his mother to the door. She stared when she saw the boy and gasped out in surprise,”Jim, where did you get that horse and outfit?” “I got the horse by riding it,” answered the boy. “The outfit- well, it went with the horse.”

  Then Jim held out a dollar to his mother. “It is for you,” he said. “I earned it by being the best rider in the boys’ parade.” “What a beautiful animal!” his mother said, as she stepped down from the porch to take a better look at the horse.             “What’s his name?” Jim grinned.”His old owner called him Red Flame,” he said,”but I always call him Solomon.”  

All of Me Lyrics

All of Me

[Verse]
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
[Bridge]
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
[Chorus]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh
[Verse]
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you
[Bridge]
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
[Chorus]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh
Give me all of you, oh oh
[Bridge]
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all though it's hard
[Chorus]
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all, of you, oh oh oh.

Let It Go Lyrics

Let it Go

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation,
and it looks like I'm the Queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in;
Heaven knows I've tried

Don't let them in,
don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel,
don't let them know
Well now they know

Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care
what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway

It's funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all

It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me,
I'm free!

Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the storm rage on

My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back, the past is in the past

Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on

The cold never bothered me anyway!

Price Tag Lyrics

Price Tag

[Jessie J]
Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the tale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and
Smile

Why is everybody so serious!
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good time.

[Pre-chorus]
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
Well pay them with love tonight...

[Chorus]

It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag

Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

[Jessie J - Verse 2]
We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all UNITE!
And it wasn't low blows and video Hoes,
Am I the only one gettin'... tired?

Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now

Guarantee we'll be feelin
All right.

[Pre-chorus]
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
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Can you feel that (yeah)
Well pay them with love tonight...

[Chorus]

[B.o.B]
Yeah yeah
well, keep the price tag
and take the cash back
just give me six streams and a half stack
and you can keep the cars
leave me the garage
and all I..
yes all I need are keys and guitars
and guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars
yes we leaving across these undefeatable odds
its like this man, you can't put a price on the life
we do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight
so we aint gon stumble and fall never
waiting to see, a sign of defeat uh uh
so we gon keep everyone moving their feet
so bring back the beat and everybody sing
it's not about...

[Chorus x2]

[Jessie J -Outro]
Yeah yeah
oo-oooh
forget about the price tag

Busy Time...

  Hello Ya all! It's been a long time since my last time posting on this website. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience because I had to do a lot of thing - a lot of events out there!

  The first was Methodist 1 Competition (I participated in Maths) which was probably held at last days of January, and the second was OSK (Olimpiade Sains Kota/ Science Olympiad City Level)(I joined Mathematics too) probably at February 11, 2015 for Senior High School Student in Indonesia. Right after that, I helped my family washing, cleaning up, and arranging up things for Chinese New Year. Busy, isn't it?

  Luckily, I could have my break when Chinese New Year was being celebrated. But do you know what happened next? The rage went on again! I need to prepare for a lot of things. All the things are being held for a straight week. There'll be a lot of events in the middle of March, from 12-16, and Mid Term tests from 23 to 27!

  At March 12, I'll have the next step to OSN (Olimpiade Sains Nasional/ Science Olympiad National Level). That is, OSP (Olimpiade Sains Provinsi/ Science Olympiad Province Level). Students who succeed from OSK to take the wanted amount of points are the students who are taken to join OSP. Next event is going to be Honda Road Show, which my school act as the host. It's held at March 14, and it consists of art shows, workshops and bazaar. I'll be singing on the event and also take part of the competitions, that is, Contests of Wits. 2 days after that, I'll have FLS2N. Just like OSN, FLS2N almost do the same but if OSN is about academic, then FLS2N is about art. Also, in FLS2N, I'm taking part in solo singing, too. When it's about 23, it'll be somehow busy to. I'll have Mid Term Exams of usual subjects. To be honest, I'm bored of History and Civics, however. 

  In spite of those all events, I'm still trying to find the right time to post in here, so here is the result! Better to be late than never, isn't it?

  Well, I'll just write till here for today! How about you?

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Tom Sawyer; Chapter 2 - The Fence is Whitewashed

Hi guys!
Today, I would like to post the 2nd chapter of "The Adventure of Tom Sawyer"
Happy reading!

Note: If you haven't read the 1st chapter, it's recommended that you go there first for it'll be somewhat confusing jumping up to this one.

Chapter 2

The Fence is Whitewashed

  SATURDAY morning had come and all the world was bright and fresh. There was a song in every heart, cheerfulness in every face, and a spring in every step.
  Tom appeared on the pavement with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He regarded the fence thoughtfully, and his heart was filled with despair. Thirty yards of fence nine feet high! It seemed to him that life was not worth living and that existence was only a burden. Sighing, he dipped his brush into the bucket and passed it along the topmost board; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the trifling whitewashed strip with the immensity of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a box discouraged.
  Jim came dancing out at the gate with a bucket, singing. Before this, bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's opinion, but now it did not seem so. He remembered that there was company at the pump. Boys and girls were always there, waiting their turns, resting, exchanging playthings, quarreling, fighting and fooling about. He remembered that, although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards away, Jim never got back with a bucket of water in less than an hour. Even then somebody generally had to go after him.
  "I say, Jim," said Tom, "I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash a bit."
  Jim shook his head.
  "I can't, Master Tom. The Mistress told me not to stay fooling about with anyone."
  "Oh, never mind what she said, Jim. Give me the bucket. I won't be a minute. She won't know."
  "Oh, I daren't, Master Tom. She would tear my head off. She would really."
  "She never hurts anybody. She just gives them a little slap. And who cares about that? Jim, I'll give you a marble."
  Jim was only a human. This temptation was too much for him. He put down the bucket and took the marble. In another minute he was flying down the street with the bucket. Tom was whitewashing energetically, and Aunt Polly was returning to the house with a slipper in her hand and a triumphant gleam in her eye.  But Tom's energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day. Soon, he thought, the free boys would come hurrying along on all sorts of delightful trips, and they would laugh at him for having to work. The very though of it burnt him like fire. He got out and examined his worldly wealth. It consisted of bits of toys, marbles and rubbish, and was not enough to buy even half an hour of pure freedom.
  At this dark and hopeless moment he had an idea-a glorious idea.
  He took the brush and went calmly to work. Presently Ben Rogers, whose mockery he had been dreading most, came in sight. In his hand there was a fine apple. Tom went on whitewashing and pain no attention to him. Ben stared at a moment, and then said:
  "Hi! You're in trouble, aren't you!"
  There was no answer. Tom regarded his last touch with the eye of an artist. Then he gave his brush another gentle sweep, and inspected the result as before. Ben came nearer. Tom's mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work.
  "Hello, Tom!" said Ben. "You have to work, eh?"
  "Why, it's you, Ben! I didn't notice you."
  "I say, I'm going swimming. Don't you wish you could come? But of course you'd rather work, wouldn't you? Of course you would!
  Tom eyed the boy thoughtfully.
  "What do you call work?"
  "Why, isn't that work?"

  Tom filled his brush with whitewash, and answered carelessly:
  "Well, perhaps it is, and perhaps it isn't; but it suits Tom Sawyer."
  "What! Do you mean to say that you like it?"

  The brush continued to move.
  "Like it? Well, I don't see why I shouldn't like it. A boy doesn't get a chance every day to whitewash a fence."
  Ben had never thought of this before. He took a bite out of his apple. Tom swept his brush artistically to and fro. Then he stepped back to note the effect. He added a touch here and there, and criticized the effect again. Ben was watching every move, and getting more and more interested.
  "I say, Tom, let me whitewash a bit," said Ben presently.
  Tom considered, and was about to consent; but he changed his mind.
  "No! No! You see, Aunt Polly's very particular about this fence. It's facing the street, you know. If it was the back fence I wouldn't mind, and she wouldn't. Yes, she's very particular about this fence. It must be done very carefully. I don't think there's one boy in thousand, perhaps two thousand, who can do it in the way it has to be done."
  "Is that so? How interesting! Let me just try, only just a little. I'd let you, if you were me, Tom."
  "Ben, I'd like to, really; but Aunt Polly wouldn't like it. Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him. Sid wanted to do it, but she wouldn't Sid. Now, don't you see that I'm responsible? If you started to whitewash this fence, and anything went wrong-----"
  "Oh, nonsense; I'll be very careful. Now let me try. I say, I'll give you my apple when I've nearly finished it."
  "Well-no, Ben, I mustn't. I'm afraid----"

  "I'll give you all of it."
  Tom gave up the brush with unwillingness in his face but eagerness in his heart. While Ben worked and sweated in the sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by, ate his apple, and planned the downfall of more innocent victims. Boys arrived frequently. They came to mock, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was tired out, Tom had promised the next chance to Billy Fisher for a kite in good repair. When Billy retired, Johnny Miller brought his place for a dead rat and a string to swing with. Thus the work went on, hour after hour.
  By the middle of the afternoon, Tom was wealthy. He had, besides the things mentioned above, twelve marbles, a pair of spectacles without glasses, a piece of blue bottle-glass to look trough, a key that would not unlock anything, a piece of chalk, a tin soldier, two tiny frogs, a little cat with only one eye, a brass door-handle, a dog-collar, the handle of a knife, and an old window-frame. He had had a nice, idle time and plenty of company, and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it. If he had not run short of whitewash, he would have stripped every boy in the village of his proudest possessions.
  Tom said to himself that life was worth living after all. He had discovered, without knowing it, this great law of human action: in order to make a man or a boy desire a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to obtain
...To Be Continued
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Tom Sawyer; Chapter 1 - "Full of Mischief"

Good eveing Guys.

Tonight, I'm going to post a story about a boy named Tom Sawyer, This is an oldie story, but it's quite interesting! It's from a book entitled "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" with Longmans' Simplified English Series (Although it's "Simplified", the language itself is complicated)

There are 29 chapters, and they're:

Chapter/Title
  1. "Full Of Mischief"
  2. The Fence is Whitewashed
  3. Joys And Sorrows
  4. Tom Is Ill
  5. The Quarrel: Outlaws
  6. In The Graveyard
  7. Tom And Huck Swear An Oath
  8. Potter is Arrested
  9. Medicine
  10. Pirates
  11. On The Island
  12. What Tom Overheard
  13. Homesick: Joe "Loses His Knife"
  14. The Storm
  15. Back From The Dead
  16. Tom's "Dream": Becky's Revenge
  17. Aunt Polly's Tears
  18. "How Could You be So Noble!"
  19. Prize Day
  20. The Trial of Potter
  21. Digging For Treasure
  22. In The Haunted House
  23. "Track The Money!"
  24. The Picnic: Huck on The Track
  25. Huck Questioned: Tom and Becky Missing
  26. Lost in The Cave
  27. Saved
  28. The Treasure Found
  29. Huck "Can't Bear Those Ways"

Overview:

Tom Sawyer, a shrewd and adventurous boy, is as much at home in the respectable world of his Aunt Polly as in the self-reliant and parentless world of his friend Huck Finn. The two enjoy a series of adventures, accidentally witnessing a murder, establishing the innocence of the man wrongly accused, as well as being hunted by Injun Joe, the true murderer, eventually escaping and finding the treasure that Joe had buried. Huckleberry Finn recounts the further adventures of Huck, who runs away from a drunken and brutal father, and meets up with the escaped slave Jim. They float down the Mississippi on a raft, participating in the lives of the characters they meet, witnessing corruption, moral decay and intellectual impoverishment. Sharing so much in background and character, these two stories, the best of Twain, indisputably belong together in one volume. Though originally written as adventure stories for young people, the vivid writing provides a profound commentary on provincial American life in the mid-nineteenth century and the institution of slavery.

Chapter 1

"Full Of Mischief"

  "Tom!"
  No Answer
  "Tom!" cried Aunt Polly again.
  No Answer.
  "I wonder where that boy's gone. Tom!"
  The old lady pulled her spectacles down on her nose and looked over about the room. 
  Then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy. She seemed puzzled for a moment and said:
  "Well, if I catch you, I'll---------"
  She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and pushing the sweeping-brush under the bed. She disturbed nothing but the cat. Then she went to the open door and looked out in the garden. Tom was not in sight.
  "To-o-o-m!" she shouted.
  There was a slight noise behind her, and she turned just in time to seize a small boy and prevent him from running away.
  "What have you been doing in that cupboard?"
  "Nothing."
  "Nothing! Look at your hands, and look at your mouth. What is that stuff?"
  "I don't know. It's jam. I've told you forty times that if you touched that jam I'd skin you. Hand me that stick."
  The blow was about to fall.
  "Hi! Look behind you, aunt!"
  The old lady whirled round and snatched her skirts out of danger. The boy fled, and disappeared over the high fence of the garden. His aunt stood surprised for a moment, and then gave a gentle laugh.
  "Hang the boy! Can't I ever learn anything? Hasn't he played that trick before? He's full of mischief, but he's my own dead sister's boy, poor thing, and I hate whipping him. Every time I hit him my old heart almost breaks, and every time I forgive him my conscience blames me. He'll stay away from school this afternoon, and I'll be obliged to punish him by work on a Saturday, when all the boys are having a holiday, but he hates work more than anything else, and I must do my duty towards the child, or I'll spoil his character."
  Tom did stay away from school, and he had a very good time. He returned just in time to help Jim, the small servant boy, to saw and split the next day's firewood before supper. Tom's younger brother (or rather stepbrother), Sidney, had already finished his part of the work, for he was a quiet boy, and had no adventurous, troublesome ways.
  While Tom was eating his supper and stealing sugar every time he had an opportunity, Aunt Polly was wondering whether Tom had disobeyed her and had been to the river. She had sewn up his shirt at the neck in order to prevent him from taking it off and swimming.
  "Tom, it was quite warm in school, wasn't it? Didn't you want to go swimming?"
  "No, auntie. Well, not much. "
  "Come here. Show me your collar."
  Tom opened his coat. The neck-band of his shirt was securely sewn. 
  "Well, you may go out and play. I was sure that you had stayed away from school and been swimming."
  "I thought you sewed his collar with white thread,"said Sidney. "Now it's black."
  "Why, I did sew it with white thread! Tom!"
  But Tom did not wait for the rest. As he went out he said, "Sid, I'll give you a beating for that."
  In a safe place Tom examined two needles which were stuck in his coat. One needle had white thread wound round it and the other had black.
  "She wouldn't have noticed it, but for Sid. Hang it, sometimes she sews it with white and sometimes she sews it with black. I can't remember which she uses. I wish she'd stick to one colour. But I'll make Sid suffer for that."
  Within two minutes he had forgotten all his troubles. A stranger was standing before him, a boy a little bigger than himself. A stranger of any age, male or female, was an object of curiosity in the poor little village of St. Petersburg. This boy was well dressed, too-well dressed, on a week-day. Tom stared scornfully at the stranger's fine clothes, which seemed to make his own appear worn-out.         Neither boy spoke. Finally, Tom said:
  "I can beat you!"
  "I'd like to see you try it."
  "Well, I can do it."
  "No you can't."
  "Yes I can."
  "No you can't"
  "I can."
  "You can't."
  "Can."
  "Can't."
  An uncomfortable pause followed. Then Tom drew a line in the dust with his big toe, and said:
  "You daren't step over that. If you do, I'll beat you till you can't stand up."
  The new boy at once stepped over the line, and said:
  "Now let me see you do it."
  "You had better be careful."
  "Well, you said you'd do it. Why don't you do it?"
  "For two cents I will do it."
  The new boy took coins out of his pocket, and held them out scornfully.
  Tom Struck them to the ground.
  In an instant both boys were rolling in the dirt, fighting like cats. For a few minutes they tore at each other's hair and clothes, hit and scratched each other's noses, and covered themselves with dirt and glory. At last through the dust of battle Tom appeared, sitting on the new boy and striking him with his fists.
  "Say that you're had enough!" said Tom.
  The boy only struggled to free himself.
  "Say 'Enough!'"
  The hitting went on.
  Finally the stranger gasped "Enough!" Tom let him get up, and said, "Now that will teach you."
  The new boy went off brushing the dust from his clothes, occasionally looking back and threatening what he would do to Tom the next time he met him. Tom replied with insults. As soon as Tom's back was turned the new boy snatched up a stone, threw it, and hit Tom between the shoulders. The he ran like a deer. Tom chased the traitor home, and thus found out where he lived. He then held a position at the gate for some time, daring the enemy to come outside; but the enemy only made faces at him through the window, and refused. At last the enemy's mother appeared, and called Tom a vicious, impolite child, and ordered him to go away.
  Tom got home late that night, and when his aunt saw the state of his clothes, she became more determined than ever to make him work hard during the holiday on Saturday.
...To Be Continued