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WAR strong into Jon's eyes. Sometimes he couldn't keep it out. I expect Dave saw it, too.

"No, no, Jonthy," he says, "you can't have 'em. They're mine. I made em."

"What?" asks I. I suppose I am a little dull at the head—like the soldiers said.

"These!" says Dave, and up and kissed both her cheeks.

Evelyn clapped both hands on 'em, like she was ashamed—but happy. Dave just took her hands away and did it again.

"Yes, Jonthy, dear, they re mine. In fact, Jonthy, the whole girl's mine—from here to here. Ain't you glad? Ain't you, daddy?"

He motioned from her head to her feet.

"Yes," says Jon, dragging it out by the roots, "I am glad, Dave, old boy!"

He slaps Dave on the back and laughs, but he couldn't go any further.

"I forgot to feed the cows!" he says, and rushes out!

Jon couldn't stand any more of that. He managed for a while to be about with them as 98