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Jimmie lounged about the dining-room and watched his mother with large, serious eyes. Suddenly he said, "Ma -- now -- can I borrow pa's gun?"
She was overcome with the feminine horror which is able to mistake preliminary words for the full accomplishment of the dread thing. "Why, Jimmie! " she cried. "Of al-l wonders! Your father's gun! No indeed you can't!"