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SEEING THROUGH VEILED PLACES
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come within a mile telling whether their kids’ toenails were cut or their ears spooned, and things like that, that my mother’s always fussin’ about. And, of course, journeying along I do at times see men that need suppression.”

The hands went down and out. The men who needed it were suppressed at that instant.

“There’s some men, you know, just so trifling and just so full of home brew, or some other kind of brew, that no woman could live with ’em and think anything of herself. Maybe I wouldn’t like it. Maybe it would be kind of a painful job. I don’t know that I’d want it. But I’ll tell you this about things I do want: I’ll go to my grave disappointed if I don’t ever get to drive across this country from ocean to ocean in an automobile! One of the kind that’s got front seats that let back and make a bed, and a little cup-board and an ice box and a pantry on the running board, and sleeping rolls and everything. Maybe I’d have a trailer. Maybe I’d pick up some things along the way to bring home for Mother’s garden. I don’t know just what I’d do, but you mark my word, I’m goin’ to twist it around some way so I get to go before long! Of course, the best thing about it is camping by the wayside and sleeping on the ground and meeting different people and seeing the country when you got time to look at it. You can’t get much being whizzed through on a railroad train, and all the places you think might be a little bit interesting or have a bear or a deer, there’d be an Indian or bandit or something, those are the places you are whizzed by the fastest.”