She says they will
get drowned, but we know about that. It is only an excuse to keep
them from having a little fun. She has to say something. They
won't get drowned. Why, the idea! They haven't the least intention
of any such thing.
"Well, but Robbie, supposing you couldn't help yourself?"
"How couldn't help myself?"
"Why, get the cramps. Suppose you got the cramps, then what?"
"Aw, pshaw! Cramps nothin'! They hain't no sich of a thing. And,
anyhow, if I did get 'em, wouldn't jist kick 'em right out. This way."
"Now, Robbie, you know you did have a terrible cramp in your foot
just only the other night. Don't you remember?"
"Aw, that! That ain't nothin'. That ain't the cramps that drownds
people. Didn't I tell you wouldn't fist kick it right out? That's what
they all do when they git the cramps. But they don't nobody git 'em
now no more."
"I don't want you to go in the water and get drowned. You know you
can't swim."
This is too much. Oh, this is rank injustice! Worse yet, it is bad
logic.
"How 'm I ever goin' to learn if you don't let me go to learn?"
"Well, you can't go, and that's the end of it."
Isn't that just like a woman? Perfectly unreasonable! Dear! dear!
"Now, Ma, listen here. S'posin' we was all goin' some place on a
steamboat, me and you and Pa and the baby and all of us, and - "
"That won't ever happen, I guess.
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