In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.
Tom nagy buzgalommal meszelt, Polly néni pedig papucsát kezében lóbázva, szemében diadalmas tűzzel, visszavonult a csatatérről.