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           "Well,I’mgladyoufounditout.InthistownoranyothertownaHawleygroceryclerkisstillagroceryclerk."

           "Doyoublamemeformyfailure?"

           "No.OfcourseIdon’t.ButIdoblameyouforsittingwallowinginit.Youcouldclimboutofitifyoudidn’thaveyourold-fashionedfancy-pantsideas.Everybody’slaughingatyou.Agrandgentlemanwithoutmoneyisabum."Thewordexplodedinherhead,andshewassilentandashamed.

           "I’msorry,"Ethansaid."Youhavetaughtmesomething—maybethreethings,rabbitfootlingmine.Threethingswillneverbebelieved—thetrue,theprobable,andthelogical.Iknownowwheretogetthemoneytostartmyfortune."

           "Where?"

           "I’llrobabank."

           Thelittlebellofthetimeronthestovetookupaslow-spacedpinging.

           Marysaid,"Gocallthechildren.Thecasserole’sready.Tellthemtoturnoutthelight."Shelistenedtohistread.