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The first fellow doesn't appear to care a hang about the uncle of theother fellow's brother; what he wants to know now is, has the neighborof the other fellow's mother got 'em? "The neighbor of my mother hasno pens, no ink, and no paper," replies the other man, beginning toget wild. "Has the child of thy female gardener some pens, some ink,or some paper?" He has Stoke City Dame him there. After worrying enough about thesewretched inks, pens, and paper to make everybody miserable, it turnsout that the child of his own female gardener hasn't any. Such adiscovery would shut Colombia Pelipaidat up any one but a French exercise man. It has noeffect at all, though, on this shameless creature. He never thinks ofapologizing, but says his aunt has some mustard.
So in the acquisition of more or less useless knowledge, soon happilyto be forgotten, boyhood passes away. The red-brick school-housefades from view, and we turn down into the world's high-road. Benfica Trøjer Mylittle friend is no longer little now. The short jacket has sproutedtails. The battered cap, so useful as a combination ofpocket-handkerchief, drinking-cup, and weapon of attack, has grownhigh and glossy; and instead of a slate-pencil Benfica in his mouth there is acigarette, the smoke of which troubles him, for it will get up hisnose. He tries a cigar a little later on as being more stylish--a bigblack Havanna. It doesn't seem altogether to agree with him, for Ifind him sitting over a bucket in the back kitchen afterward, solemnlyswearing never to smoke again.
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