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Waco 53

The dinner had gone alongall right, despite the oil stove, the baby, and so many people around. The dessert was pumpkin pie. The pumpkin had presented a problem but I started early and the pie looked good. It was my best pastry, so far. Everyone had their piece of pie,took a bite and when I took a bite, I knew why the abstinence. It was so grainy tasting and then a relative who was visiting was too amazed at my not knowing a pumpkin had to be strained. I felt the color flooding my face, tears near the surface, and horror to think I was going to cry infront of allthose boys. If they would only start talking again. Then Sam said, "I'd like another piece of pie,"and passed his emptyplate:

As I told Sam about this, wondering why I had been quite upset, he gave the goblet he was drying a good poke with the towel and broke it! We both howled for dear Mr. Bungle was still with us. We played records, the boysdiscussed plans for the winter, and we played Five Hundred,and some poker (We played for matchsticks).Sam and I were partners, which left the two good players to-gether. Just as I got my dander up to play a good game, rather than just enjoy the people playing it, Clayt would make me laugh, at something or George tease me, and Clayt would take the trick! I thought that the boys should work at anything until Spring, then maybe we could start again. But George wrote his Mother to ask if we could come home, He didn't act like he was well but kidded me when I asked him, or just looked sad and kissed me, saying he loved me. We packed our few belongings, were givena few farewell parties, and made final arrangements to leave for Chicago. Where was that cheery, "Waa-ko!" now?