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"Well you isn't no gem yourself," Hez offered, "If'n you'd play right I
wouldn't be a throwin' nothin'." Tol took the corn and fed the stock. "Nothing to be said" he explained,
"You young'ns always goin' on with foolishness." Tol liked the way it sounded
just like Ma Brookshire.