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WAR no thicker than his thumb. See! My thumb's about an inch thick. Thanks to you, daddy. Understand?"

"You'd never do it, David," says I. "You'll never be like that day again. You'd better enlist in the Union army, too—for protection. You were too young when you came home. But you could get in now. You re much older-looking since you fell in love."

"Not on your wafer," says Dave. "They don't take any one in love. It's a fundamental disability. You and Jon can have all the war you want. They'll take you. You're not in love. I've got something better on hand. And there it is!" he says, as Evelyn comes up the yard. "She is the captain, the general, the commander-in-chief! 'N a rum tum tummy! 'N a rum tum tum!"

He runs off to meet her, singing:

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