Al cap d'un minut anava, cames ajudeu-me, carrer avall, amb la seva galleda i una pruija a l'esquena: Tom emblanquinava amb vigor, i la tia Polly es retirava del camp amb una sabatilla a la ma i el triomf en sos ulls.
In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.