1 Now wash and dress yourselves.
2 When Tom awoke, Sid was dressed and gone.
3 There was a rustling of dresses, and the standing congregation sat down.
4 Within five minutes he was dressed and down-stairs, feeling sore and drowsy.
5 Huck was given a seat and the old man and his brace of tall sons speedily dressed themselves.
6 But Tom was uneasy, nevertheless, and was alarmed to see Joe go sullenly on with his dressing.
7 Huckleberry was always dressed in the cast-off clothes of full-grown men, and they were in perennial bloom and fluttering with rags.
8 Tom contrived to scarify the cupboard with it, and was arranging to begin on the bureau, when he was called off to dress for Sunday-school.
9 But there was no whispering in the house; only the funereal rustling of dresses as the women gathered to their seats disturbed the silence there.
10 The Thatchers were there, the Harpers, the Rogerses, Aunt Polly, Sid, Mary, the minister, the editor, and a great many more, and all dressed in their best.
11 The boys dressed themselves, hid their accoutrements, and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss.
12 The girl "put him to rights" after he had dressed himself; she buttoned his neat roundabout up to his chin, turned his vast shirt collar down over his shoulders, brushed him off and crowned him with his speckled straw hat.