"
And then I thinks, suppose she IS ketched at it?
What of it? Ain't a woman got a right to come into
her own house with her own door key, even if they
is a quarantine onto it, and see her kids? And
if she is ketched seeing them, how would any one
know she was going to run off? And ain't she got
a right to have a friend of hern and her husband's
bring her over from her mother's house, even if it
is a little late?
Then I seen she wasn't taking no great risks
neither, and I thinks mebby I better go and tell
that perfessor what is going on, fur he has treated
me purty white. And then I thinks: "I'll be
gosh-derned if I meddle. So fur as I can see that
there perfessor ain't getting fur from what's coming
to him, nohow. And as fur HER, you got to let
some people find out what they want fur their-
selves. Anyhow, where do _I_ come in at?"
But I want to get a look at her and Henry,
anyhow. So I eases off my shoes, careful-like, and
I eases acrost the floor to them sliding doors, and
I puts my eye down to the little crack. The talk
is going backward and forward between them two,
him wanting her to come away quick, and her
undecided whether to risk seeing the kids. And
all the time she's kind o' hoping mebby she will
be ketched if she tries to see the kids, and she's
begging off fur more time ginerally.
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