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Updated: May 15, 2025
Babbie swallowed hard: "I I don't think I like eccen-tricks, Uncle Jed," she faltered. Not a word. Then Jed, stooping to pick up a piece of wood from the pile of cut stock beside the lathe, was conscious of a little sniff. He looked up. His small visitor's lip was quivering and two big tears were just ready to overflow her lower lashes. "Eh? . . . Mercy sakes alive!" he exclaimed.
"Something about you 'twas, Uncle Jed." Still Jed did not reply. His silence was not deliberate; he had been so absorbed in his own pessimistic musings that he had not heard the question, that was all. Barbara tried again. "She told me she guessed you had been thinking AWF'LY hard about something this time, else you wouldn't have so many eccen-tricks to-day." Silence yet.
The balance of the conversation between the two was of a distinctly personal nature. "You see, Uncle Jed," said Barbara, as she jumped from his knee preparatory to running off to school, "I don't like you to do eccen-tricks and not talk to me. I don't like it at all and neither does Petunia. You won't do any more not for so long at a time, will you, Uncle Jed?" Jed sighed.
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