On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. “Sold again,” she remarked. “Hold on, she’s right here. Ah, no, I have it wrong. " "If he had only been my father!—McClintock!" "God didn't standardize human beings, Ruth; no grain of wheat is like another.
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