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"Yup. Maybe. I wish you was around to say that to me when I wake up
nights and get to thinkin'. However, as I said, Caroline believes New
York is like a sailors' dance hall, a place for decent folks to steer
clear of. And when the feller you've been engaged to is shown up as a
sneak and your own dad as a crook--well, you can't blame a green hand
for holdin' prejudice against the town that raised 'em. She'll get over
it; but just now I cal'late some little flat, or, better still, a
little home out where the back yards ain't made of concrete, would be
a first-class port for us to make for. Don't know of such a place at a
reasonable rent, do you?"
"I might find one. And you may be right; your niece might like it
better, though it will be somewhat of a change. But how about your
nephew? He has no objection to the metropolis, I should judge. What will
he say?"
"Nothin', I guess--unless he says it to himself. Steve's goin' back to
New Haven with things on his mind. He and I had a mornin' service, and
I was the parson. He listened, because when you ain't got a cent except
what the society allows you, it ain't good orthodoxy to dodge the
charity sermon. Steve'll behave, and what he don't like he'll lump. If
he starts to open his mouth his ear'll ache, I cal'late.
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