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"You never let mother hear you say these things, Nancy," Kathleen remarked once, "but really and truly it's just as bad to say them at all, when you know she wouldn't approve." YOU NEVER LET MOTHER HEAR YOU SAY THESE THINGS NANCY KATHLEEN REMARKED ONCE BUT REALLY AND TRULY IT'S JUST AS BAD TO SAY THEM AT ALL WHEN YOU KNOW SHE WOULDN'T APPROVE
 so sanguine. She seemed to have no instinct of adapting herself to the family life, standing just a little aloof and in an attitude of silent criticism. She was a trig, smug prig, Nancy said, delighting in her accidental muster of three short, hard, descriptive words. She hadn't a bit of humor, no fun, no gayety, no generous enthusiasms that carried her too far for safety or propriety. She brought with her to Beulah sheaves of school certificates, and when she showed them to Gilbert with their hundred per cent deportment and ninety-eight and seven-eighths per cent scholarship every month for years, he went out behind the barn and kicked its foundations savagely for several minutes. She was a sort of continual Sunday child, with an air of church and cold dinner and sermon-reading and hymn-singing and early bed. Nobody could fear, as for some impulsive, reckless little creature, that she would come to a bad end. Nancy said no one could imagine her as coming to anything, not even an end! S HE MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN SO SANGUINE SHE SEEMED TO HAVE NO INSTINCT OF ADAPTING HERSELF TO THE FAMILY LIFE STANDING JUST A LITTLE ALOOF IN AN ATTITUDE OF SILENT CRITICISM SHE WAS A TRIG SMUG PRIG NANCY SAID DELIGHTING IN HER ACCIDENTAL MUSTER OF THREE SHORT HARD DESCRIPTIVE WORDS SHE HAD AN A BIT OF HUMOR NO FUN NO GAIETY NO GENEROUS ENTHUSIASMS THAT CARRIED HER TOO FAR FOR SAFETY OR PROPRIETY SHE BROUGHT WITH HER TO BEULAH SHEAVES OF SCHOOL CERTIFICATES AND WHEN SHE SHOWED THEM TO GILBERT WITH THEIR ONE HUNDRED PER CENT DEPORTMENT AND NINETY EIGHT AND SEVEN EIGHTHS PER CENT SCHOLARSHIP EVERY MONTH FOR YEARS HE WENT OUT BEHIND THE BARN AND KICKED ITS FOUNDATIONS SAVAGELY FOR SEVERAL MINUTES SHE WAS A SORT OF CONTINUAL SUNDAY CHILD WITH AN AIR OF CHURCH AND COLD DINNER AND SERMON READING AND HYMN SINGING AND EARLY BED NOBODY COULD FEAR AS FOR SOME IMPULSIVE RECKLESS LITTLE CREATURE THAT SHE WOULD COME TO A BAD END NANCY SAID NO ONE COULD IMAGINE HER AS COMING TO ANYTHING NOT EVEN AN END
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