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She
did
not
offer
to
explain
this
statement
.
It
was
too
far
beyond
Liff
Hyatt
’
s
limitations
for
the
attempt
to
be
worth
making
.
“
He
wants
to
see
the
brown
house
,
and
go
all
over
it
,
”
she
pursued
.
Liff
was
still
running
his
fingers
perplexedly
through
his
shock
of
straw
-
colored
hair
.
“
Is
it
a
fellow
from
the
city
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
.
He
draws
pictures
of
things
.
He
’
s
down
there
now
drawing
the
Bonner
house
.
”
She
pointed
to
a
chimney
just
visible
over
the
dip
of
the
pasture
below
the
wood
.
“
The
Bonner
house
?
”
Liff
echoed
incredulously
.
“
Yes
.
You
won
’
t
understand
—
and
it
don
’
t
matter
.
All
I
say
is
:
he
’
s
going
to
the
Hyatts
’
in
a
day
or
two
.
”
Liff
looked
more
and
more
perplexed
.
“
Bash
is
ugly
sometimes
in
the
afternoons
.
”
She
threw
her
head
back
,
her
eyes
full
on
Hyatt
’
s
.
“
I
’
m
coming
too
:
you
tell
him
.
”
“
They
won
’
t
none
of
them
trouble
you
,
the
Hyatts
won
’
t
.
What
d
’
you
want
a
take
a
stranger
with
you
though
?
”
“
I
’
ve
told
you
,
haven
’
t
I
?
You
’
ve
got
to
tell
Bash
Hyatt
.
”
He
looked
away
at
the
blue
mountains
on
the
horizon
;
then
his
gaze
dropped
to
the
chimney
-
top
below
the
pasture
.
