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Show 41 liked the name Hunnie. He remembered when it had first been given to his baby brother. It was one of the nights when his father's euchre club had met at the Kerner house. After the men finished playing cards, Maggie Rose set out platters of ham, cheese, and bread with one hand, holding six-month-old Hunnie in her other arm because he was fretful with his • first tooth. One of the euchre club members, an Englishman named Tommie Digman, had watched Maggie Rose and her baby with the sentimental expression bachelors sometimes wear around domestic scenes. "Look at that little chap," Tommie Digman had said. "What a round, German head he has. He's a proper little Hun." From then on the baby had been Hunnie. But now he wanted to be Henry. Well, he'd get over that. Karl wasn't going to change what he called his little brother just because Francis X razzed the kid. When Karl went into the kitchen, Maggie Rose asked him, "Did you finish the weeding?" "All done." "Then I want you to go to the butcher shop for me. Get a pound and a half of boiling beef. You'd better put on your shoes, or the hot sidewalk will burn your feet." "Nah," Karl answered. "My feet are all dirty. I'd have to wash them before I could put on my shoes, and I don't want to bother. I'll just go barefoot." |
