She did not finish, for by this time she was bending down and punching under the bed with the broom, and so she needed breath to punctuate the punches with. She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden. "It's mighty hard to make him work Saturdays, when all the boys is having holiday, but he hates work more than he hates anything else, and I've got to do some of my duty by him, or I'll be the ruination of the child." While Tom was eating his supper, and stealing sugar as opportunity offered, Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep—for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and "jimpson" weeds that constituted the garden.
