"Hang the troublesome rubbage, ther's ten, now!" and she looked huffy and bothered both. But Tom says:

"Why, Aunty, I don't think there's ten."

"You numskull, didn't you see me count 'm?"

"I know, but—"

"Well, I'll count 'm again."
"IN A TEARING WAY."

So I smouched one, and they come out nine same as the other time. Well, she was in a tearing way—just a trembling all over, she was so mad. But she counted and counted, till she got that addled she'd start to count-in the basket for a spoon, sometimes, and so, three times they come out right, and three times they come out wrong. Then she grabbed up the basket