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 "They're married, you know. They've got their women. But they're rough with 'em. They don't know how to treat 'em, 'cause they're rough fellows—just roughs. They don't know any better. But they love them, you bet, and you should see them teaching the young ones to fly in the summer. And the hubbub they make if one of 'em gets lost in the fall. Lord, you'd think they'd crack the sky with their calling to him."

Delight touched his hot cheek with her fingers. "My word, you're a rum one, Jimmy."

He sputtered into sudden, embarrassed laughter. "Oh, I know I am. . . . Any other girl'd think I was crazy, but you understand, don't you, Delight?"

"I think you've comical ways. That's all. But I love you for them! I reely do."