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[Thinking resentfully]

Does he love Sam more than he does me? oh, no, he can’t! but he trusts him more! he confides in him more!

Did you ever used to fight fellows, Dad?

[Emharrassedly]

Oh, a little—when I had to.

Could you lick Darrell?

[Thinking frightenedly]

Why does he ask that?

[Surprised]

Your Uncle Ned? What for? We’ve always been friends.

I mean, if you weren’t friends, could you?

[Boastfully]

Oh, yes, I guess so. Ned was never as strong as I was.