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Join Date: May 2004
Location: Purgatory.
2022-05-18, 12:48

“Say, Paul, let me paint a little.”

Paul considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:

“No – no – I reckon it wouldn’t hardly do, 709. You see, Mom’s awful particular about this fence – right here on the street, you know – but if it was the back fence I wouldn’t mind and she wouldn’t. Yes, she’s awful particular about this fence; it’s got to be done very careful; I reckon there ain’t one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it’s got to be done.”

“No – is that so? Oh come, now – lemme, just try. Only just a little – I’d let you, if you was me, Paul.”

“709, I’d like to, honest injun; but Mom – well, Ken wanted to do it, but she wouldn’t let him; Turtle wanted to do it, and she wouldn’t let Turtle. Now don’t you see how I’m fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it – ”

“Oh, shucks, I’ll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say – I’ll give you the core of my apple.”

Love that book.

So it goes.