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           Shegivesmethefidgets! AndshethinksSouthernersarewildbarbarians. SheeventoldMaso. She’safraidofSoutherners. Wheneverwe’rethereshealwayslooksscaredtodeath. Sheremindsmeofaskinnyhenperchedonachair,hereyeskindofbrightandblankandscared,allreadytoflapandsquawkattheslightestmoveanybodymakes." 

           "Well,youcan’tblameher. YoudidshootCadeintheleg." 

           "Well,IwaslickereduporIwouldn’thavedoneit,"saidStuart. "AndCadeneverhadanyhardfeelings. NeitherdidCathleenorRaifordorMr.Calvert. ItwasjustthatYankeestepmotherwhosqualledandsaidIwasawildbarbariananddecentpeopleweren’tsafearounduncivilizedSoutherners." 

           "Well,youcan’tblameher. She’saYankeeandain’tgotverygoodmanners; and,afterall,youdidshoothimandheisherstepson." 

           "Well,hell! That’snoexcuseforinsultingme! YouareMa’sownbloodson,butdidshetakeonthattimeTonyFontaineshotyouintheleg? No,shejustsentforoldDocFontainetodressitandaskedthedoctorwhatailedTony’saim. Saidsheguessedlickerwasspoilinghismarksmanship. RememberhowmadthatmadeTony?" 

           Bothboysyelledwithlaughter. 

           "Ma’sacard!"saidBrentwithlovingapproval. "Youcanalwayscountonhertodotherightthingandnotembarrassyouinfrontoffolks." 

           "Yes,butshe’smightyliabletotalkembarrassinginfrontofFatherandthegirlswhenwegethometonight,"saidStuartgloomily. "Look,Brent.Iguessthismeanswedon’tgotoEurope. YouknowMothersaidifwegotexpelledfromanothercollegewecouldn’thaveourGrandTour."