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Show told him you'd be real pleased he was moving in.• "But he doesn't even speak decent Enlglish." "Now don't you go critisizing anyone's language. Just because you've been down there in California where you've picked up fancy speaking." "I haven't-" "You grew up on a farm where you heard a lot of grammar that the Queen might not use, but you still ought to be tolerant. Mr. Huskinson, ahead of Kim and her mother by some distance, was loading her suitcases into the back of an old pick-up truck. "Are we all three'riding home in that?" asked Kim, knowing that since she was the youngest, she's probably end up sitting smack next to Mr. Huskinson in the front seat. "It won't be that crowded," her mother said. "I ride downtown with Mr. Huskinson and Julene all the time." "Dibs on the door seat," whispered Kim. "You don't mind if I put these bags in the back here, do you?" said Mr. Huskinson. "Ain't been no manure in here for awhile, so you needn't worry." Mr. Huskinson gave out a great horse laugh and opened the passenger door for Kim and mother. Kim held back until her mother was safely seated in the middle. "'Course, I could put the bags up in the front with us with us and we could all be cozy." He let out another gravelly laugh and walked around to get in his side of the truck. 162 |