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ly. “But, Frank, she has only [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] her lame boy to help her. She does the best she can.”
Alexandra looked at the excited man and offered a suggestion. [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] “Why don’t you go over there some afternoon and hog-tight her fences? You’d save time for yourself in the end.”
Frank’s neck stiffened. “Not-a-much, I won’t. I keep my hogs home. Other [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] peoples can do like me. See? If that Louis can mend shoes, he can mend [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] fence.”
“Maybe,” said Alexandra placidly; “but I’ve found it sometimes pays to mend other people’s fences. Good-bye, Marie. Come to see me soon.”
Alexandra walked firmly [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] down the path and Carl followed her.
Frank went into the house and threw himself on the sofa, his face [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] to the wall, his clenched fist on his hip. Marie, [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] having seen her guests off, came in and put her hand coaxingly on his shoulder.
“Poor Frank! You’ve run until you’ve made your head ache, now haven’t you? Let me make you some coffee.”
“What else am I to do?” he cried hotly in Bohemian. “Am I to let any old woman’s hogs root up my wheat? Is that what I work myself to death for?”
“Don’t worry about it, Frank. I’ll speak to Mrs. Hiller again. But, really, she almost cried last time they got out, she was so sorry.”
Frank bounced over on his other side. “That’s it; you always side with them against me. They all know it. Anybody here feels free to borrow the mower and break it, or turn their hogs in on me. They know you won’t care!”
Marie hurried away to make his coffee. When she came back, he was fast asleep. She sat down and looked at him for a long while, very thoughtfully. When the kitchen clock struck six she went out to get supper, closing the door gently behind her. She was always sorry for Frank when he worked himself into one of these rages, and she was sorry to have him rough and quarrelsome with his neighbors. She was perfectly aware that the neighbors had a good deal to put up with, and that they bore with Frank for her sake.
Chapter VII
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