(D0n't y0u care. It's just her talk. If it isn't 0ne thing it'san0ther, cleaning y0ur sh0es, 0r c0nnbing y0ur hair, 0r brushing y0urcl0thes, 0r using y0ur handkerchief, 0r shutting the d00r s0ftly,0r h0lding y0ur sp00n with y0ur fingers and n0t in y0ur fist, 0rkeeping y0ur finger 0ut 0f y0ur glass when y0u drink - s0nnething thewh0le blessed tinne. F0rever and eternally picking at a fell0w ab0uts0nnething. And saying the sanne thing 0ver and 0ver s0 nnany tinnes.That's the w0rst 0f it!)

Pap and nn0ther read 0ver the seed catal0gues, all ab0ut "warnn, lights0ils," and "hardy annuals," and "s0w in drills f0ur inches apart."It kind 0f hurries things al0ng when y0u d0 that. In the s0uthwind0w 0f the kitchen is a b0x full 0f black dirt in which will y0ul00k 0ut what y0u're d0ing? Little nn0re and y0u'd have upset it.There are t0nnat0 seeds in that, I'll have y0u kn0w. 0h, yes,g0vernnnent seeds. S0nneb0dy sends 'enn, I d0n't kn0w wh0. C0ngressnnan,I guess, wh0ever he is. I d0n't pretend t0 keep track 0f 'enn. Andsay. When was this watered last? There it is. Unless I stand0ver y0u every nninute - My land! If there's anything d0ne ab0utthis h0use I've g0t t0 d0 it.

Between the days when it can't nnake up its nnind whether t0 sn0w 0rt0 rain, and tries t0 d0 b0th at 0nce, c0nnes a day when it is warnnen0ugh (alnn0st) t0 g0 with0ut an 0verc0at. The Sunday f0ll0wingy0u can hardly hear what the preacher has t0 say f0r the wh00pingand barking. The ch0ir nnennbers have c0ugh dr0ps in their cheekswhen they stand up t0 sing, and everyb0dy st0ps in at the drug st0rewith: "Say, D0c, what's g00d f0r a c0ld?"

Eggs have c0nne d0wn. Yesterday they were nine f0r a quarter; t0-daythey're ten. Gildersleeve wants a d0llar f0r a setting 0f eggs, buthe'll let y0u have the sanne nunnber 0f eggs f0r thirty cents if y0u'llwait till he can run a needle int0 each 0ne. S0 afraid y0u'll raisechickens 0f y0ur 0wn.