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I
find
it
possible
to
treat
them
as
normal
creatures
and
not
look
at
the
ground
or
the
sky
or
anywhere
else
in
the
universe
except
their
waist
lines
--
and
then
cast
at
them
those
furtive
glances
I
've
always
thought
the
height
of
indecency
.
Why
should
I
?
It
's
a
perfectly
normal
state
.
The
Europeans
are
far
more
sensible
than
we
are
.
They
compliment
expectant
mothers
upon
their
expectations
.
While
I
would
n't
advise
going
that
far
,
still
it
's
more
sensible
than
our
way
of
trying
to
ignore
it
.
It
's
a
normal
state
and
women
should
be
proud
of
it
,
instead
of
hiding
behind
closed
doors
as
if
they
'd
committed
a
crime
.
"
"
Proud
!
"
she
cried
in
a
strangled
voice
.
"
Proud
--
ugh
!
"
"
Are
n't
you
proud
to
be
having
a
child
?
"
"
Oh
dear
God
,
no
!
I
--
I
hate
babies
!
"
"
You
mean
--
Frank
's
baby
.
"
"
No
--
anybody
's
baby
.
"
For
a
moment
she
went
sick
again
at
this
new
error
of
speech
,
but
his
voice
went
on
as
easily
as
though
he
had
not
marked
it
.
"
Then
we
're
different
.
I
like
babies
.
"
"
You
like
them
?
"
she
cried
,
looking
up
,
so
startled
at
the
statement
that
she
forgot
her
embarrassment
.
"
What
a
liar
you
are
!
"
"
I
like
babies
and
I
like
little
children
,
till
they
begin
to
grow
up
and
acquire
adult
habits
of
thought
and
adult
abilities
to
lie
and
cheat
and
be
dirty
.
That
ca
n't
be
news
to
you
.
You
know
I
like
Wade
Hampton
a
lot
,
for
all
that
he
is
n't
the
boy
he
ought
to
be
.
"
