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“
I
told
him
he
was
foolish
to
give
that
to
Sid
to
copy
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Dyke
,
with
indulgent
remonstrance
.
“
What
can
she
understand
of
public
franchises
?
”
“
Never
mind
,
”
observed
Dyke
,
“
she
’
ll
remember
it
when
she
grows
up
and
when
the
seminary
people
have
rubbed
her
up
a
bit
,
and
then
she
’
ll
begin
to
ask
questions
and
understand
.
And
don
’
t
you
make
any
mistake
,
mother
,
”
he
went
on
,
“
about
the
little
tad
not
knowing
who
her
dad
’
s
enemies
are
.
What
do
you
think
,
boys
?
Listen
,
here
.
Precious
little
I
’
ve
ever
told
her
of
the
railroad
or
how
I
was
turned
off
,
but
the
other
day
I
was
working
down
by
the
fence
next
the
railroad
tracks
and
Sid
was
there
.
She
’
d
brought
her
doll
rags
down
and
she
was
playing
house
behind
a
pile
of
hop
poles
.
Well
,
along
comes
a
through
freight
—
mixed
train
from
Missouri
points
and
a
string
of
empties
from
New
Orleans
,
—
and
when
it
had
passed
,
what
do
you
suppose
the
tad
did
?
SHE
didn
’
t
know
I
was
watching
her
.
She
goes
to
the
fence
and
spits
a
little
spit
after
the
caboose
and
puts
out
her
little
head
and
,
if
you
’
ll
believe
me
,
HISSES
at
the
train
;
and
mother
says
she
does
that
same
every
time
she
sees
a
train
go
by
,
and
never
crosses
the
tracks
that
she
don
’
t
spit
her
little
spit
on
’
em
.
What
do
you
THINK
of
THAT
?
”
“
But
I
correct
her
every
time
,
”
protested
Mrs
.
Dyke
seriously
.
“
Where
she
picked
up
the
trick
of
hissing
I
don
’
t
know
.
No
,
it
’
s
not
funny
.
It
seems
dreadful
to
see
a
little
girl
who
’
s
as
sweet
and
gentle
as
can
be
in
every
other
way
,
so
venomous
.
She
says
the
other
little
girls
at
school
and
the
boys
,
too
,
are
all
the
same
way
.
Oh
,
dear
,
”
she
sighed
,
“
why
will
the
General
Office
be
so
unkind
and
unjust
?
Why
,
I
couldn
’
t
be
happy
,
with
all
the
money
in
the
world
,
if
I
thought
that
even
one
little
child
hated
me
—
hated
me
so
that
it
would
spit
and
hiss
at
me
.
And
it
’
s
not
one
child
,
it
’
s
all
of
them
,
so
Sidney
says
;
and
think
of
all
the
grown
people
who
hate
the
road
,
women
and
men
,
the
whole
county
,
the
whole
State
,
thousands
and
thousands
of
people
.
Don
’
t
the
managers
and
the
directors
of
the
road
ever
think
of
that
?
Don
’
t
they
ever
think
of
all
the
hate
that
surrounds
them
,
everywhere
,
everywhere
,
and
the
good
people
that
just
grit
their
teeth
when
the
name
of
the
road
is
mentioned
?
Why
do
they
want
to
make
the
people
hate
them
?
No
,
”
she
murmured
,
the
tears
starting
to
her
eyes
,
“
No
,
I
tell
you
,
Mr
.
Presley
,
the
men
who
own
the
railroad
are
wicked
,
bad
-
hearted
men
who
don
’
t
care
how
much
the
poor
people
suffer
,
so
long
as
the
road
makes
its
eighteen
million
a
year
.
They
don
’
t
care
whether
the
people
hate
them
or
love
them
,
just
so
long
as
they
are
afraid
of
them
.
It
’
s
not
right
and
God
will
punish
them
sooner
or
later
.
”
A
little
after
this
the
two
young
men
took
themselves
away
,
Dyke
obligingly
carrying
them
in
the
wagon
as
far
as
the
gate
that
opened
into
the
Quien
Sabe
ranch
.
On
the
way
,
Presley
referred
to
what
Mrs
.
Dyke
had
said
and
led
Dyke
,
himself
,
to
speak
of
the
P
.
and
S
.
W
.
“
Well
,
”
Dyke
said
,
“
it
’
s
like
this
,
Mr
.
Presley
.
I
,
personally
,
haven
’
t
got
the
right
to
kick
.
With
you
wheat
-
growing
people
I
guess
it
’
s
different
,
but
hops
,
you
see
,
don
’
t
count
for
much
in
the
State
.
It
’
s
such
a
little
business
that
the
road
don
’
t
want
to
bother
themselves
to
tax
it
.
It
’
s
the
wheat
growers
that
the
road
cinches
.
The
rates
on
hops
ARE
FAIR
.
I
’
ve
got
to
admit
that
;
I
was
in
to
Bonneville
a
while
ago
to
find
out
.
It
’
s
two
cents
a
pound
,
and
Lord
love
you
,
that
’
s
reasonable
enough
to
suit
any
man
.
No
,
”
he
concluded
,
“
I
’
m
on
the
way
to
make
money
now
.
The
road
sacking
me
as
they
did
was
,
maybe
,
a
good
thing
for
me
,
after
all
.
It
came
just
at
the
right
time
.
I
had
a
bit
of
money
put
by
and
here
was
the
chance
to
go
into
hops
with
the
certainty
that
hops
would
quadruple
and
quintuple
in
price
inside
the
year
.
No
,
it
was
my
chance
,
and
though
they
didn
’
t
mean
it
by
a
long
chalk
,
the
railroad
people
did
me
a
good
turn
when
they
gave
me
my
time
—
and
the
tad
’
ll
enter
the
seminary
next
fall
.
”
About
a
quarter
of
an
hour
after
they
had
said
goodbye
to
the
one
-
time
engineer
,
Presley
and
Vanamee
,
tramping
briskly
along
the
road
that
led
northward
through
Quien
Sabe
,
arrived
at
Annixter
’
s
ranch
house
.
At
once
they
were
aware
of
a
vast
and
unwonted
bustle
that
revolved
about
the
place
.
They
stopped
a
few
moments
looking
on
,
amused
and
interested
in
what
was
going
forward
.
The
colossal
barn
was
finished
.
Its
freshly
white
-
washed
sides
glared
intolerably
in
the
sun
,
but
its
interior
was
as
yet
innocent
of
paint
and
through
the
yawning
vent
of
the
sliding
doors
came
a
delicious
odour
of
new
,
fresh
wood
and
shavings
.
A
crowd
of
men
—
Annixter
’
s
farm
hands
—
were
swarming
all
about
it
.
Some
were
balanced
on
the
topmost
rounds
of
ladders
,
hanging
festoons
of
Japanese
lanterns
from
tree
to
tree
,
and
all
across
the
front
of
the
barn
itself
.
Mrs
.
Tree
,
her
daughter
Hilma
and
another
woman
were
inside
the
barn
cutting
into
long
strips
bolt
after
bolt
of
red
,
white
and
blue
cambric
and
directing
how
these
strips
should
be
draped
from
the
ceiling
and
on
the
walls
;
everywhere
resounded
the
tapping
of
tack
hammers
.
