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And
frizzled-haired
Dutch
Lena
now
leaned
over
to
say
:
"
I
take
it
and
him
too
,
you
bet
,
if
you
do
n't
want
him
.
Where
is
he
?
I
got
no
feller
now
.
"
She
reached
over
as
if
to
take
the
bag
from
Mary
,
who
as
quickly
withdrew
it
.
And
there
were
squeals
of
delight
from
nearly
all
the
girls
in
the
room
,
who
were
amused
by
this
eccentric
horseplay
.
Even
Roberta
laughed
loudly
,
a
fact
which
Clyde
noted
with
pleasure
,
for
he
liked
all
this
rough
humor
,
considering
it
mere
innocent
play
.
"
Well
,
maybe
you
're
right
,
Lena
,
"
he
heard
her
add
just
as
the
whistle
blew
and
the
hundreds
of
sewing
machines
in
the
next
room
began
to
hum
.
"
A
good
man
is
n't
to
be
found
every
day
.
"
Her
blue
eyes
were
twinkling
and
her
lips
,
which
were
most
temptingly
modeled
,
were
parted
in
a
broad
smile
.
There
was
much
banter
and
more
bluff
in
what
she
said
than
anything
else
,
as
Clyde
could
see
,
but
he
felt
that
she
was
not
nearly
as
narrow
as
he
had
feared
.
She
was
human
and
gay
and
tolerant
and
good-natured
.
There
was
decidedly
a
very
liberal
measure
of
play
in
her
.
And
in
spite
of
the
fact
that
her
clothes
were
poor
,
the
same
little
round
brown
hat
and
blue
cloth
dress
that
she
had
worn
on
first
coming
to
work
here
,
she
was
prettier
than
anyone
else
.
And
she
never
needed
to
paint
her
lips
and
cheeks
like
the
foreign
girls
,
whose
faces
at
times
looked
like
pink-frosted
cakes
.
And
how
pretty
were
her
arms
and
neck
--
plump
and
gracefully
designed
!
And
there
was
a
certain
grace
and
abandon
about
her
as
she
threw
herself
into
her
work
as
though
she
really
enjoyed
it
.
As
she
worked
fast
during
the
hottest
portions
of
the
day
,
there
would
gather
on
her
upper
lip
and
chin
and
forehead
little
beads
of
perspiration
which
she
was
always
pausing
in
her
work
to
touch
with
her
handkerchief
,
while
to
him
,
like
jewels
,
they
seemed
only
to
enhance
her
charm
.
Wonderful
days
,
these
,
now
for
Clyde
.
For
once
more
and
here
,
where
he
could
be
near
her
the
long
day
through
,
he
had
a
girl
whom
he
could
study
and
admire
and
by
degrees
proceed
to
crave
with
all
of
the
desire
of
which
he
seemed
to
be
capable
--
and
with
which
he
had
craved
Hortense
Briggs
--
only
with
more
satisfaction
,
since
as
he
saw
it
she
was
simpler
,
more
kindly
and
respectable
.
And
though
for
quite
a
while
at
first
Roberta
appeared
or
pretended
to
be
quite
indifferent
to
or
unconscious
of
him
,
still
from
the
very
first
this
was
not
true
.
She
was
only
troubled
as
to
the
appropriate
attitude
for
her
.
The
beauty
of
his
face
and
hands
--
the
blackness
and
softness
of
his
hair
,
the
darkness
and
melancholy
and
lure
of
his
eyes
.
He
was
attractive
--
oh
,
very
.
Beautiful
,
really
,
to
her
.
And
then
one
day
shortly
thereafter
,
Gilbert
Griffiths
walking
through
here
and
stopping
to
talk
to
Clyde
,
she
was
led
to
imagine
by
this
that
Clyde
was
really
much
more
of
a
figure
socially
and
financially
than
she
had
previously
thought
.
For
just
as
Gilbert
was
approaching
,
Lena
Schlict
,
who
was
working
beside
her
,
leaned
over
to
say
:
"
Here
comes
Mr.
Gilbert
Griffiths
.
His
father
owns
this
whole
factory
and
when
he
dies
,
he
'll
get
it
,
they
say
.
And
he
's
his
cousin
,
"
she
added
,
nodding
toward
Clyde
.
"
They
look
a
lot
alike
,
do
n't
they
?
"
"
Yes
,
they
do
,
"
replied
Roberta
,
slyly
studying
not
only
Clyde
but
Gilbert
,
"
only
I
think
Mr.
Clyde
Griffiths
is
a
little
nicer
looking
,
do
n't
you
?
"
Hoda
Petkanas
,
sitting
on
the
other
side
of
Roberta
and
overhearing
this
last
remark
,
laughed
.
"
That
's
what
every
one
here
thinks
.
He
's
not
stuck
up
like
that
Mr.
Gilbert
Griffiths
,
either
.
"
"
Is
he
rich
,
too
?
"
inquired
Roberta
,
thinking
of
Clyde
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
They
say
not
,
"
she
pursed
her
lips
dubiously
,
herself
rather
interested
in
Clyde
along
with
the
others
