squeeze.

"Stop, wot yo' up to, Massah Rober!" roared the waiter, leaping
off his feet. "Wot yo' got in yo' hand?"

"Why, nothing, Aleck, my boy. Yes, I'm feeling fine. I've
gained fifteen pounds, and -"

"Yo' lemme go, sah-yo' is stickin' pins in my hand!" howled Pop.
"Oh, deah, now de term's dun begun we'll all be dead wid dat
boy's tricks!" he moaned, as Tom ran off, throwing away several
tiny tacks as he did so.

"So you've come back, have you?" observed Mrs. Green, as Tom
stopped at the kitchen door. "Well, just you mind your P's and
Q's, or there will be trouble, I can tell you that, Tom Rover."

"Why, we never had any trouble, Mrs. Green," he said soberly.
"Did we?"

"Oh, of course not! But who stole that can of peaches right
after the Christmas holidays, and who locked one of the cows in
the back hall and nearly scared the washwoman to death? Oh,
dear, you never did anything, never!" And Mrs. Green shook her
head warningly.

"Do you mean to say I would take a can of peaches, Mrs. Green?"
asked Tom, and then his face fell. "Oh, dear, you always did put
me down as the worst boy in the school, when I do my very best,"
and, almost sobbing, Torn put his face up against his coat