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Jim, quoth the mother on a day when the yard was full of Dooleys and Bowmans and Calvins--Calvins, whom Mrs. Nesbit regarded as inferior even to the Dooleys because of the vast Calvin pretense--
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Jim, Laura has inherited that common Indiana streak of yours. I can't make her a Satterthwaite--she's Indiana to the bone. Why, when I go to town with her, every drayman and ditch digger and stableman calls to her, and the yard is always full of their towheaded children. I'll give her up.