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why she had not put on her rubbers when she had gone across the street. For fussy discussion they had a rich, full genius, and their example developed in Kennicott a tendency to the same form of affectionate flaying.

If Carol was so indiscreet as to murmur that she had a small headache, instantly the two Smails and Kennicott were at it. Every five minutes, every time she sat down or rose or spoke to Oscarina, they twanged, ā€œIs your head better now? Where does it hurt? Donā€™t you keep hartshorn in the house? Didnā€™t you walk too far today? Have you tried hartshorn? Donā€™t you keep some in the house so it will be handy? Does it feel better now? How does it feel? Do your eyes hurt, too? What time do you usually get to bed? As late as that? Well! How does it feel now?ā€

In her presence Uncle Whittier snorted at Kennicott, ā€œCarol get these headaches often? Huh? Be better for her if she didnā€™t go gadding around to all these bridge-whist parties, and took some care of herself once in a while!ā€

They kept it up, commenting, questioning, commenting, questioning, till her determination broke and she bleated, ā€œFor heavenā€™s sake, donā€™t dis-cuss it! My headā€™s all right!ā€

She listened to the Smails and Kennicott trying to determine by dialectics whether the copy of the Dauntless, which Aunt Bessie wanted to send to her sister in Alberta, ought to have two or four cents postage on it. Carol would have taken it to the drug store and weighed it, but then she was a dreamer, while they were practical people (as they frequently admitted). So they sought to evolve the postal rate from their inner consciousnesses, which, combined with entire frankness in thinking aloud, was their method of settling all problems.

The Smails did not ā€œbelieve in all this nonsenseā€ about privacy and reticence. When Carol left a letter from her sister on the table, she was astounded to hear from Uncle Whittier, ā€œI see your sister says her husband is doing fine. You ought to go see her oftener. I asked Will and he says you donā€™t go see her very often. My! You ought to go see her oftener!ā€

If Carol was writing a letter to a classmate, or planning the weekā€™s menus, she could be certain that Aunt Bessie would pop in and titter, ā€œNow donā€™t let me disturb you, I just wanted to see where you were, donā€™t stop, Iā€™m not going to stay only a second. I just wondered if you could possibly have thought that I didnā€™t eat the onions this noon because I didnā€™t think they were properly cooked, but that wasnā€™t the reason at all, it wasnā€™t because I didnā€™t think they were well cooked, Iā€™m sure that everything in your house is always very dainty and nice, though I do think that Oscarina is careless about some things, she doesnā€™t appreciate the big wages you pay her, and she is so cranky, all these Swedes are so cranky, I donā€™t really see why you have a Swede, butā ā€”But that wasnā€™t it, I didnā€™t eat them not because I didnā€™t think they werenā€™t cooked proper, it was justā ā€”I find that onions donā€™t agree with me, itā€™s very strange, ever since I had an attack of biliousness one time, I have found that onions, either fried onions or raw ones, and Whittier does love raw onions with vinegar and sugar on themā ā€”ā€

It was pure affection.

Carol was discovering that the one thing that can be more disconcerting than intelligent hatred is demanding love.

She supposed that she was being gracefully dull and standardized in the Smailsā€™ presence, but they scented the heretic, and with forward-stooping delight they sat and tried to drag out her ludicrous concepts for their amusement. They were like the Sunday-afternoon mob starting at monkeys in the zoo, poking fingers and making faces and giggling at the resentment of the more dignified race.

With a loose-lipped, superior, village smile Uncle Whittier hinted, ā€œWhatā€™s this I hear about your thinking Gopher Prairie ought to be all tore down and rebuilt, Carrie? I donā€™t know where folks get these newfangled ideas. Lots of farmers in Dakota getting ā€™em these days. About cooperation. Think they can run stores better ā€™n storekeepers! Huh!ā€

ā€œWhit and I didnā€™t need no cooperation as long as we was farming!ā€ triumphed Aunt Bessie. ā€œCarrie, tell your old auntie now: donā€™t you ever go to church on Sunday? You do go sometimes? But you ought to go every Sunday! When youā€™re as old as I am, youā€™ll learn that no matter how smart folks think they are, God knows a whole lot more than they do, and then youā€™ll realize and be glad to go and listen to your pastor!ā€

In the manner of one who has just beheld a two-headed calf they repeated that they had ā€œnever heard such funny ideas!ā€ They were staggered to learn that a real tangible person, living in Minnesota, and married to their own flesh-and-blood relation, could apparently believe that divorce may not always be immoral; that illegitimate children do not bear any special and guaranteed form of curse; that there are ethical authorities outside of the Hebrew Bible; that men have drunk wine yet not died in the gutter; that the capitalistic system of distribution and the Baptist wedding-ceremony were not known in the Garden of Eden; that mushrooms are as edible as corn-beef hash; that the word ā€œdudeā€ is no longer frequently used; that there are Ministers of the Gospel who accept evolution; that some persons of apparent intelligence and business ability do not always vote the Republican ticket straight; that it is not a universal custom to wear scratchy flannels next the skin in winter; that a violin is not inherently more immoral than a chapel organ; that some poets do not have long hair; and that Jews are not always peddlers or pants-makers.

ā€œWhere does she get all them theā€™ries?ā€ marveled Uncle Whittier Smail; while Aunt

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