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So that Margaret's gone, she was saying to Mary Adams sometime during a morning in the spring after Kenyon was born.
gpt
Law me--I wouldn't have a boarder. I tell John, the sanctity of the home is invaded by boarders these days; and her going out to the dances in town the way she does, I sh'd think you'd be glad to be alone again, and to have your own little flock to do for. And so Grant's going to be a carpenter--well, well! He didn't take to the printing trade, did he? My, my! she sighed, and folded her hands above her apron--the apron which she always put on after a meal, as if to help with the dishes, but which she never soiled or wrinkled--
human
I tell John I'm so thankful our little Fred has such a nice place. He waits table there at the Palace, and gets all his meals--such nice food, and can go to school too, and you wouldn't believe it if I'd tell you all the nice men he meets--drummers and everything, and he's getting such good manners. I tell John there's nothing like the kind of folks a boy is with in his teens to make him. And he sees Tom Van Dorn every day nearly and sometimes gets a dime for serving him, and now, honest, Mary, you wouldn't believe it, but Freddie says the help around the hotel say that Mauling girl at the cigar stand thinks Tom's going to marry her, but law me--he's aiming higher than the Maulings. The old man is going to die--did you know it? They came for John to sit up with him last night. John's an Odd Fellow, you know. But speaking of that Margaret, you know she's a friend of Violet's and slips into the cigar stand sometimes and Violet introduces Margaret to some nice drummers. And I heard John say that when Margaret gets this term of school taught here, the Spring Township people have made Doc Jim get her a job in the court house--register of deeds office. But I tell John--law me, you men are the worst gossips! Talk about women!
gpt
I was over and spent the day with the Sandses the other day. Poor woman, she's real puny. Ann's such a pretty child and Mrs. Sands says that Morty's not goin' back to college again. And she says he just moons around Laura Nesbit. Seems like the boy's got no sense. Why, Laura's just a child--she's Grant's age, isn't she--not more than eighteen or nineteen, and Morty must be nearly twenty-three. My--how they have sprung up. I tell John--why, I'll be thirty-six right soon now, and here I've worked and slaved my youth away and I'll be an old woman before we know it. She laughed good naturedly and rocked the fretting child.
human
Law me, Mary Adams, I sh'd think you'd want Grant to stay with George Brotherton there in the cigar stand, instead of carpentering. Such elegant people he can meet there, and such refined influences since Mr. Brotherton's put in books and newspapers, and he could work in the printing office and deliver the Kansas City and St. Louis and Chicago dailies for Mr. Brotherton, and do so much better than he can carpentering. I tell John, if we can just keep our boy among nice people until he's twenty-five, he'll stay with 'em. Now look at Lide Bowman. Mary Adams, we know she was a smart woman until she married Dick and now just see her--living down there with the shanty trash and all those ignorant foreigners, and she's growing like 'em. She's lost two of her babies, and that seems to be weighing on her mind, and I can't persuade her to pick up and move out of there. It's like being in another world. And Mary Adams--let me tell you--Casper Herdicker has gone into the mine. Yes, sir, he closed his shop and is going to work in the mine, because he can make three dollars a day. But law me! you'll not see Hildy Herdicker moving down there. She'll keep her millinery store and live with the white folks.