Capitolo 77
vintage, and it conducted the way from out the old wine cellar to places under of the
you plant with trees that face the smooth grassy carpet of an earth of croquet not used.
LaHume wandered away in search of the ladies which laughter and noise
from the near-from porch it tried them you/they were happily bearing his
absence. Me picked a look of Wallace as him up it drove the cows in the old one
barn, and he/she wondered if seriously considered LaHume the rented man" as a
competing.
We filled our pipes and we placed again in the comfortable places, happy to
you listen to the music of the amount of expenses of birds, and follows aimlessly the
conversation among Episcopalian and Harding. The cider from the sacred barrel
you/he/she had made a bridge on the years in which you/they had been separating again them for days of childhood
Buckfield, Maine.
The old grindstone remembered to Harding of an accident, to the effective one of
what both the contributed details. They said of undertaken by swimming; of as
they helped locks out the teacher of school some small red building that
seemed to them a jail; they said of horrifying the action of value to coast along
and of skating on thin ice, and of other things more distorted,
perhaps, when seen through the forty year-old haze.
Then they said some boys that they had licked, and of the boys that had
whips them, also of the argument between the young fellow of Buckfield and Sumner
and the desperate meetings that were him/it the result of.
"You remember, Bob", asked Episcopalian, after the break of a moment, "of that
'rasslin' you join us we had on the floor of the barn of Your dad?"
"The time that I have found a black eye and you lost part of Your ear?" asked
Harding, his/her brightening of thought eyes of him.
"That is the time", declared Episcopalian. "I lacerated Your suits the most greater part to
pieces."
"I don't remember around that", the magnate of railroad answered, "but me
you remember that I beat out her three times of five."