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They
pinned
him
down
.
"
Why
not
?
"
He
stood
in
his
little
kimono
arousing
the
sympathy
of
his
parents
and
further
arousing
Mary
’
s
impatience
—
then
he
said
:
"
The
water
was
dirty
,
it
was
full
of
soap
-
suds
.
"
"
When
you
’
re
not
sure
what
you
’
re
saying
—
"
Mary
began
,
but
Nicole
interrupted
.
"
Stop
it
,
Mary
.
If
there
were
dirty
suds
in
the
water
it
was
logical
to
think
it
was
dirty
.
His
father
told
him
to
come
—
"
"
There
couldn
’
t
have
been
dirty
suds
in
the
water
.
"
Lanier
looked
reproachfully
at
his
father
,
who
had
betrayed
him
.
Nicole
turned
him
about
by
the
shoulders
and
sent
him
out
of
the
room
;
Dick
broke
the
tensity
with
a
laugh
.
Then
,
as
if
the
sound
recalled
the
past
,
the
old
friendship
,
Mary
guessed
how
far
away
from
them
she
had
gone
and
said
in
a
mollifying
tone
:
"
It
’
s
always
like
that
with
children
.
"
Her
uneasiness
grew
as
she
remembered
the
past
.
"
You
’
d
be
silly
to
go
—
Hosain
wanted
to
make
this
trip
anyhow
.
After
all
,
you
’
re
my
guests
and
you
just
blundered
into
the
thing
.
"
But
Dick
,
made
more
angry
by
this
obliqueness
and
the
use
of
the
word
blunder
,
turned
away
and
began
arranging
his
effects
,
saying
:
