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«
Jus
’
come
to
pass
the
time
,
"
Ma
said
daintily
.
«
Jus
’
set
down
an
’
had
coffee
.
Said
he
didn
’
get
good
coffee
so
often
,
an
’
smelt
our
’
n
.
»
«
What
’
d
he
want
?
»
Pa
demanded
again
.
«
Didn
’
want
nothin
’
.
Come
to
see
how
we
was
gettin
’
on
.
»
«
I
don
’
believe
it
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
He
’
s
probably
a
-
snootin
’
an
’
a
-
smellin
’
aroun
’
.
»
«
He
was
not
!
»
Ma
cried
angrily
.
«
I
can
tell
a
fella
that
’
s
snootin
’
aroun
’
quick
as
the
nex
’
person
.
»
Pa
tossed
his
coffee
grounds
out
of
his
cup
.
«
You
got
to
quit
that
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
This
here
’
s
a
clean
place
.
»
«
You
see
she
don
’
t
get
so
goddamn
clean
a
fella
can
’
t
live
in
her
,
"
Pa
said
jealously
.
«
Hurry
up
,
Al
.
We
’
re
goin
’
out
lookin
’
for
a
job
.
»
Al
wiped
his
mouth
with
his
hand
.
«
I
’
m
ready
,
"
he
said
.
Pa
turned
to
Uncle
John
.
«
You
a
-
comin
’
?
»
