Forever and eternally picking at a fellow about
something. And saying the same thing over and over so many times.
That's the worst of it!)
Pap and mother read over the seed catalogues, all about "warm, light
soils," and "hardy annuals," and "sow in drills four inches apart."
It kind of hurries things along when you do that. In the south
window of the kitchen is a box full of black dirt in which will you
look out what you're doing? Little more and you'd have upset it.
There are tomato seeds in that, I'll have you know. Oh, yes,
government seeds. Somebody sends 'em, I don't know who. Congressman,
I guess, whoever he is. I don't pretend to keep track of 'em. And
say. When was this watered last? There it is. Unless I stand
over you every minute - My land! If there's anything done about
this house I've got to do it.
Between the days when it can't make up its mind whether to snow or
to rain, and tries to do both at once, comes a day when it is warm
enough (almost) to go without an overcoat. The Sunday following
you can hardly hear what the preacher has to say for the whooping
and barking. The choir members have cough drops in their cheeks
when they stand up to sing, and everybody stops in at the drug store
with: "Say, Doc, what's good for a cold?"
Eggs have come down.
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