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He flushed. “No–no,” he stammered. “No, indeed, Hilda. Don’t think–”

She looked contempt. “Well, you’ve won. Come down Sunday afternoon. I suppose I’ll have to endure it.”

“Hilda, you’re wrong. I will NOT come!” He was angry, but his mind was confused. He loved her with all the strength of his simple, straightforward nature. Therefore he appeared at his worst before her–usually either incoherent or dumb. It was not surprising that whenever it was suggested that only a superior man could get on so well as he did, she always answered: “He works twice as hard as any one else, and you don’t need much brains if you’ll work hard.”

She now cut him short. “If you don’t come I’ll have to suffer for it,” she said. “You MUST come! I’ll not be glad to see you. But if you don’t come I’ll never speak to you again!” And she left him and went to the other counter and ordered the chickens from Schwartz.

Heil