Jimmie made no reply, but moved in grief toward the door. Where I used to workb'fore, there was some reason in 'em. I ain't a horse. Jimmie said nothing, but he loitered. Nobody ever seems to think ofthe work I have to do.
Nobody ever seems to think of it.
Where I used to work b'fore, there was some reason in 'em. I never heard tell of no picnics right on top of your mother bein'away on a visit an' your father comin' home soon to his lunch. It's all foolishness. Little Jimmie leaned his head flat against the wall and beganto weep. She stared at him scornfully.