You
know Peter, if there was money for a hay rake, and a manure spreader, and
a wheel plow, and a disk, and a reaper, and a mower, and a corn planter,
and a corn cutter, and a cider press, and a windmill, and a silo, and an
automobile--you know Peter, there _should_ have been enough for that
window, and the pump inside, and a kitchen sink, and a bread-mixer, and a
dish-washer; and if there wasn't any other single thing, there ought to be
some way you sell the wood, and use the money for the kind of a summer
stove that's only hot under what you are cooking, and turns off the flame
the minute you finish. Honest there had Peter! I got a little gasoline one
in my room that's better than what your nice lady has. The things she
should have would cost something, cost a lot for all I know, but I bet
what she needs wouldn't take half the things in the building Junior showed
me did; and it couldn't be the start of what a sick wife, and doctor
bills, and strange women coming and going, and abusing you and the
children would cost----"
"Shut up!" cried Peter.
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