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"Harry's gone. Annie, he's a soldier. He's so gentle with me, Annie, a meek child, like you were. Never any back talk or a harsh word. Whatever wrong he did was forced on him by those working against him. They were all against him. His Mamma-Annie knows. She bore him and I raised him. Fight, Harry! The streak from your father can't keep you down. Show them, Harry, show them.
"More but-ter!" "Here, then." Scalloping the air with it before little Harry's meek eyes: "You can't have any. You don't pay board. We do!" "My Mamma-Annie she paid board once. Uh-huh! my Mamma-Annie she's an angel in heaven and you aren't. Uh-huh!" This from little Harry, who was far too pale and wore furiously stained blouses. "But your mamma-Annie's dead now.
I used to predict for you all the things that are cropping out in your child. Zoe is to be the one, Lilly. Not you or Harry or Mamma-Annie Zoe! Funny his saving your gloves " These were the times that Lilly would sit there crying, old musty memories rising around her like kicked-up dust.
Thus diverted, there ensued a quick confetti of flung opinions. "Minn is a pretty name." "That's because you're stuck on Minnie Duganne in your class. Oh-oh, Roy is stuck on Minnie Duganne!" "Arabella I just love that name. Don't you, Lilly?" "If I was a girl, I would be named Mamma-Annie." "Shut up, Harry; and, say, you better take back that can opener. You stole it off Mr. Hazzard's dresser."
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