“I ought to know it,” I says. “You’ve been telling me that for thirty years. Even Ben ought to know it now. Do you want me to say anything to her about it?” “Do you think it will do any good?” she says. “Not if you come down there interfering just when I get started,” I says. “If you want me to control her, just say so and keep your hands off. Everytime I try to, you come butting in and then she gives both of us the laugh.” “Remember she’s your own flesh and blood,” she says. “Sure,” I says, “that’s just what I’m thinking of—flesh. And a little blood too, if I had my way. When people act like
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