"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. By and by she heard the screen door. The air was crisp and dry. She saw the Chamberlain girls getting into a plethora of different cars (with barely a stitch on) with young men who seemed unnaturally excited about their first “dates”. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. '—'They can't,' says I. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales.
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