“And you did just right,” said the widow. “Come with me, boys.”

She took them to a bedchamber and said:

“Now wash and dress yourselves. Here are two new suits of clothes⁠—shirts, socks, everything complete. They’re Huck’s⁠—no, no thanks, Huck⁠— Mr. Jones bought one and I the other. But they’ll fit both of you. Get into them. We’ll wait⁠—come down when you are slicked up enough.”

Then she left.