THE BRIEF DÉBUT OF TILDY
her; and Tildy’s red hand groped among the butter chips till it found the warm clasp of her friend’s.
“Don’t you fret, Til,” said Aileen, who did not understand entirely. That turnip-faced little clothespin of a Seeders ain’t worth it. He ain’t anything of a gentleman or he wouldn’t ever of apologised.”
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