“You seen Huck about?” she asked. “I seen him earlier.” “How long ago?” “A spell,” I said. “Jim, I’m gonna ask you a question now. Have you been in Judge Thatcher’s library room?” “In his what?” “His library.” “You mean dat room wif all dem books?” “Yes.” “No, missums. I seen dem books, but I ain’t been in da room. Why fo you be askin’ me dat?” “Oh, he found some book off the shelves.” I laughed. “What I gone do wif a book?” She laughed, too.
