1 This bosom friend was Joe Harper.
2 The widder's good to me, and friendly; but I can't stand them ways.
3 The two boys were sworn friends all the week, and embattled enemies on Saturdays.
4 I reckon Injun Joe's left friends behind him, and I don't want 'em souring on me and doing me mean tricks.'
5 Mrs. Thatcher turned pale, and sank into a pew, just as Aunt Polly, talking briskly with a friend, passed by.
6 The Judge and some friends set Tom to talking, and some one asked him ironically if he wouldn't like to go to the cave again.
7 You make them raise all they can, off'n their friends; and after you've kept them a year, if it ain't raised then you kill them.
8 Joe grumbled awhile; then he agreed with his friend that what daylight was left ought to be economized in getting things ready for leaving.
9 Tom's bosom friend sat next him, suffering just as Tom had been, and now he was deeply and gratefully interested in this entertainment in an instant.
10 The boys huddled themselves together and sought the friendly companionship of the fire, though the dull dead heat of the breathless atmosphere was stifling.
11 The widow's servants kept him clean and neat, combed and brushed, and they bedded him nightly in unsympathetic sheets that had not one little spot or stain which he could press to his heart and know for a friend.