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reconciled and loving. One made piles of play clothes for the children
using seersucker remnants from her own sturdy house dresses. The other
crocheted and knitted bonnetsmittenssweatersand scarves. The
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acted to fill needs as time and opportunity allowed: doing research for a
course one of them was taking or a speech he had to makegroping in the
medicine chest for ear-drops in the middle of the night to sooth a crying
childtossing on one more load of whites from the perpetual pile at the
base of the clothes chute.
Coming in from a hard day's workhe might stand at the door and
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loose a string of well-founded
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