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"Mother, you spoil Dad. I am sure you spoil him. I think it is nonsense, Mother, to wait on a man as you have done. There is Dad closeted in the library, day after day, sketching away at those old coast maps of his, and here are you collecting his pipes, looking after his slippers, and I have even heard Dad asking you for his spectacles when he was wearing them! At times I do not know how you put up with his fidgety ways. I am sure I would not spoil a man like that; I never will." And Clarence Jenkins, as she speaks, tosses her head impatiently and looks determined.
"I spoil your father, dear? No, no! You know your father has much to do. He is always busy, and now that he has been promoted to Colonel, he has extra and important responsibilities to contend with; so if he gets a little irritable at times, I know, girl, it is not with me it is the overwork."