And ain't it funny how none of us don't somehow ask the
minister things, just wait until he tells us? And ain't he got a funny
way of just talking about nothing special, only being pleasant, and
then letting you find out weeks after that he did tell you something
that you'd been needing to know? My! I bet that boy could give a
child castor oil and make him honestly think it was candy. Why, they
say that as far as anybody can find out, he's never give that poolroom
man even one good talking to. Jake, who's been itching to lambaste the
man, says 's-far's he can see, it was the poolroom man who did all the
talking. And once Jake says he just dropped in himself, just to see
what line of argument the minister was using, and he says that he'd be
danged if the minister did a blessed thing but play 'Annie Laurie' and
'We'd Better Bide a Wee' over and over on that music box. Jake hasn't
figured it out yet.
"Why, Grandma, there's some thinks maybe Cynthia's son has brought back
some Indian magic. They say India's chuckful of it--but law--it'll
take more than magic to save little Jim Tumley, for he's beginning
again. While the minister kept close he was all right but the
housewarming and that poolroom took up time, and then Jim's sister,
Mrs.
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