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The Sieve and the Sand
"Caesariansornot,childrenareruinous;you’reoutofyourmind,"saidMrs.Phelps.
"Iplunkthechildreninschoolninedaysoutoften. Iputupwiththemwhentheycomehomethreedaysamonth; it’snotbadatall. Youheavethemintothe‘parlour’andturntheswitch. It’slikewashingclothes; stufflaundryinandslamthelid."Mrs.Bowlestittered. "They’djustassoonkickaskissme. ThankGod,Icankickback!"
Thewomenshowedtheirtongues,laughing.
Mildredsatamomentandthen,seeingthatMontagwasstillinthedoorway,clappedherhands. "Let’stalkpolitics,topleaseGuy!"
"Soundsfine,"saidMrs.Bowles. "Ivotedlastelection,sameaseveryone,andIlaiditonthelineforPresidentNoble. Ithinkhe’soneofthenicest-lookingmenwhoeverbecamepresident."
"Oh,butthemantheyranagainsthim!"
"Hewasn’tmuch,washe?Kindofsmallandhomelyandhedidn’tshavetoocloseorcombhishairverywell."
"Whatpossessedthe‘Outs’torunhim? Youjustdon’tgorunningalittleshortmanlikethatagainstatallman. Besides—hemumbled. HalfthetimeIcouldn’thearawordhesaid. AndthewordsIdidhearIdidn’tunderstand!"
"Fat,too,anddidn’tdresstohideit.NowonderthelandslidewasforWinstonNoble. Eventheirnameshelped. CompareWinstonNobletoHubertHoagfortensecondsandyoucanalmostfiguretheresults."
"Damnit!"criedMontag. "WhatdoyouknowaboutHoagandNoble?"
