r Copeland.

    on or Buddy or illie or me—none of us ever cares to talk like you. Us talk like our oalk from somets t ime. ts one of them differences.’

    Yes, said Doctor Copeland.

    A person cant pick up t squeeze to o be.   t.  rigried t ry. And no would come

    in t his.’

    t o pick up t   steadily. tears came up to o try to hem.

    Portia sa up to  o  my Fatly.

    is foolisive to keep repeating t  feelings.tears  sloruly sorry, said Portia.

    Doctor Copeland on handkerchief.

    It is all right.’

    Less us not ever quarrel no more. I cant stand ting bet seem to me t sometime ogethis no more.’

    No, said Doctor Copeland. Let us not quarrel.’

    Portia sniffled and wiped he back of her hand.

    For a fees sood er a  over to t of greens on tove.

    It migime for to be tender, she said cheerfully.

    Noart making some of ttle o go along hem.’

    Portia moved slocockinged feet and .

    it, so t tia ruly like  around tc and occupied. Daisy  black as iful color of dark  and gentle.

    But beneat soft gentleness tubborn in ter iously udied it all out,  understand tle stubbornness in his wife.

    ell  ill sle. And still s listen to  would go on her own way.

    ter ton and Karl Marx and illiam and Portia. And true purpose for trong t ly on  scientist and Karl Marx a teaco fig injustice and Portia a doctor for women and children.

    And  t from ttle older  t t true purpose. ell it to t toget t