TomwokeupunhappyonMondaymorning．HealwayswokeupunhappyonMondaymornings．Itwastheideaofawholeweekofschool；healmostwishedtherewerenoweekendsbecausethatmadeitevenmoredifficulttogobackintoclassrooms．

TomwokeupunhappyonMondaymorning．HealwayswokeupunhappyonMondaymornings．Itwastheideaofawholeweekofschool；healmostwishedtherewerenoweekendsbecausethatmadeitevenmoredifficulttogobackintoclassrooms．

Helayinbedandwonderedwhathecouldinventthistime．Helistenedtohisbodybutcouldfindnothingwrong．Alittlestomachache?No．Thenherealizedthatoneofhisteethwasloose（droppingout）．Good!HewasjustgoingtostartshoutingpainfullywhenhethoughtthatAuntPollywouldpullthetoothoutandthatwouldhurt．Helookedforsomethingelse．Suddenlyherememberedwhatthedoctorhadsaidaboutacertainproblemwithtoes（fivesmallfrontpartsofafoot）--sometimesonehadtostayinbedforoneoreventwoweeks．Hepulledhisrightfootoutandlookedatit．Oneofthetoeswasreallyhurting．Tombegantoshout．Sidcontinuedtosleeppeacefully．Tomshoutedmoreloudly．Noresult．

“Sid!Sid!”heshouted，shakinghisbrother．Thisworked．Sidslowlywokeup．

“What'sthematter，Tom?”

“Ouch!Don'ttouchme，Sid．You'llkillme．”

“Oh，Tom!Whydidn'tyouwakeme?”

“Iforgiveyoueverything，Sid．WhenI'mgone．．．”

“Youaren'tdying，areyou，Tom?”

Sidranoutofthebedroomanddownthestairs．

“AuntPolly!Comequickly!Tom'sdying!”

“Dying?”answeredAunt．“Idon'tbelieveit．”

Butshewentrunningupstairsanyway．

“What'sthematterwithyou?”sheaskedinsurprise．

“Oh，Aunt!”criedTom．“Mytoehurts．”

Theoldladyfellintoachair，laughingalittle．

“Tom，youfrightenedme．Nowstopcryingatonceandgetoutofbed．”

Tomfeltabitsilly．

“ButitdidhurtsomuchthatIforgotmytooth．”

“Tooth，eh?What'swrongwithyourtooth?”

“Oneofthemislooseanditachesterribly．”

“Noproblem，”answeredAuntPollyquickly．“Sid，getthecottonfrommysewing--box．”

“Please!Aunt!Don'tpullitout．It'sstoppedhurtingnow．Please!Idon'twanttostayathome．”

“Ah!Soallthiswasbecauseyouwantedtocutclass．Well，you'llhaveyourtoothoutandyou'llgotoschool!”

Infact，everythingwentquitewellforTom．Onhiswaytoschool，theholeinhismouthwast