"What'd I tell you?
I'd like to hear Gurney hint again that I wasn't right in sending you
there--I would just like to hear him! And you--ain't you ashamed of
makin' such a fuss about it? Ain't you?"
"I didn't go at it in the right spirit the other time," Bibbs said,
smiling brightly, his face ruddy in the cheerful firelight. "I didn't
know the difference it meant to like a thing."
"Well, I guess I've pretty thoroughly vindicated my judgement. I
guess I HAVE! I said the shop'd be good for you, and it was. I said
it wouldn't hurt you, and it hasn't. It's been just exactly what
I said it would be. Ain't that so?"
"Looks like it!" Bibbs agreed, gaily.
"Well, I'd like to know any place I been wrong, first and last!
Instead o' hurting you, it's been the makin' of you--physically.
You're a good inch taller'n what I am, and you'd be a bigger man than
what I am if you'd get some flesh on your bones; and you ARE gettin'
a little. Physically, it's started you out to be the huskiest one o'
the whole family. Now, then, mentally--that's different. I don't say
it unkindly, Bibbs, but you got to do something for yourself mentally,
just like what's begun physically.
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