"TOM!"
No answer.
"TOM!"
No answer.
"What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!"
No answer.
The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy;they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and were built for "style," not service---she could have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear:
"Well, I lay if I get hold of you I'll---" ...(The adventures of Tom Sawyer, ch.1)
Restoration of Mark Twain Boyhood Home
The Information Board of Tom Sawyer's FENCE 
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing "Buffalo Gals." Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes, before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was company at the pump.
White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarreling, fighting, skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off, Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour - and even then somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said:
"Say, Jim, I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some."
Jim shook his head and said:
"Can't, Mars Tom. Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody. She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an' so she tole me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business - she 'lowed she'd 'tend to de whitewashin'."
"Oh, never mind what she said, Jim. That's the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket - I won't be gone only a minute. She won't ever know."
"Oh, I dasn't, Mars Tom. Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me. "Deed she would."
"She! She never licks anybody - whacks 'em over the head with her thimble - and who cares for that, I'd like to know. She talks awful, but talk don't hurt - anyways it don't if she don't cry. Jim, I'll give you a marvel. I'll give you a white alley!"
Jim began to waver.
"White alley, Jim! And it's a bully taw."
"My! Dat's a mighty gay marvel, I tell you! But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis - "
"And besides, if you will I'll show you my sore toe." Jim was only human - this attraction was too much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound. 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.
(continued to the next passages)
Inside Mark Twain Boyhood Home 
Mark Twain Museum(adjacent to Mark Twain Boyhood Home)
The Mark Twain Museum is a stone building housing exhibits and memorabilia. A chief attraction is the great orchestrelle that Mark Twain purchased in his old age. It can be played manually or by pedals with the music on perforated rolls. . . .
Other valuable exhibits include a facsimile manuscript of Twain's most popular writings, photos, artifacts, and a set of book illustrations by Norman Rockwell.
(cited from The Mark Twain Encyclopedia)This Museum was rebuilt in 1998.
maintained by Robagoya-Juku English School, Yokohama, Japan 
