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"
Oh
,
about
Jims
and
Patsy
and
the
rest
of
the
boys
,
about
Daddy
and
Mum
,
about
Hal
and
Auntie
Mary
.
Sometimes
about
growing
babies
.
I
'd
like
that
very
much
.
And
riding
,
the
sheep
.
All
the
things
the
men
talk
about
.
The
weather
,
the
rain
,
the
vegetable
garden
,
the
hens
,
what
I
'm
going
to
do
tomorrow
.
"
"
Do
you
dream
of
having
a
husband
?
"
"
No
,
except
I
suppose
I
'll
have
to
have
one
if
I
want
to
grow
babies
.
It
is
n't
nice
for
a
baby
to
have
no
father
.
"
In
spite
of
his
pain
he
smiled
;
she
was
such
a
quaint
mixture
of
ignorance
and
morality
.
Then
he
swung
sideways
,
took
her
chin
in
his
hand
and
stared
down
at
her
.
How
to
do
it
,
what
had
to
be
done
?
"
Meggie
,
I
realized
something
not
long
ago
which
I
ought
to
have
seen
sooner
.
You
were
n't
being
quite
truthful
when
you
told
me
what
you
thought
about
,
were
you
?
"
"
I
...
"
,
she
said
,
and
fell
silent
.
"
You
did
n't
say
you
thought
about
me
,
did
you
?
If
there
was
no
guilt
in
it
,
you
would
have
mentioned
my
name
alongside
your
father
's
.
I
think
perhaps
it
's
a
good
thing
I
'm
going
away
,
do
n't
you
?
You
're
a
little
old
to
be
having
schoolgirl
crushes
,
but
you
're
not
a
very
old
almost-seventeen
,
are
you
?
I
like
your
lack
of
worldly
wisdom
,
but
I
know
how
painful
schoolgirl
crushes
can
be
;
I
've
suffered
enough
of
them
.
"
She
seemed
about
to
speak
,
but
in
the
end
her
lids
fell
over
tear-bright
eyes
,
she
shook
her
head
free
.
"
Look
,
Meggie
,
it
's
simply
a
phase
,
a
marker
on
the
road
to
being
a
woman
.
When
you
've
become
that
woman
,
you
'll
meet
the
man
destined
to
be
your
husband
and
you
'll
be
far
too
busy
getting
on
with
your
life
to
think
of
me
,
except
as
an
old
friend
who
helped
you
through
some
of
the
terrible
spasms
of
growing
up
.
What
you
must
n't
do
is
get
into
the
habit
of
dreaming
about
me
in
any
sort
of
romantic
fashion
.
I
can
never
regard
you
the
way
a
husband
will
.
I
do
n't
think
of
you
in
that
light
at
all
,
Meggie
,
do
you
understand
me
?
When
I
say
I
love
you
,
I
do
n't
mean
I
love
you
as
a
man
.
I
am
a
priest
,
not
a
man
.
So
do
n't
fill
your
head
with
dreams
of
me
.
I
'm
going
away
,
and
I
doubt
very
much
that
I
'll
have
time
to
come
back
,
even
on
a
visit
.
"
