She makes me get up just at the same time every morning; she makes me wash, they comb me all to thunder; she won't let me sleep in the woodshed; I got to wear them blamed clothes that just smothers me, Tom; they don't seem to any air git through 'em, somehow; and they're so rotten nice that I can't set down, nor lay down, nor roll around anywher's;
Minden reggel ugyanakkor kell felkelni, mosdani kell, megfésülnek, nem alhatom a fáskamrában, azokat az átkozott ruhákat kell viselnem, úgyhogy még levegőhöz sem jutok, és olyan szépek, hogy nem merek se leülni, se lefeküdni, se leheverni sehová.