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“Suppose I ought to answer it,” he thought, “only, what can I say? Tell him I don’t mind what he said, I suppose, although it happens that I do mind. At least, I ought to. He’s a very objectionable, soggy-minded, unclean fellow, and I don’t want any more to do with him. Still, that doesn’t say that he isn’t having a horribly messy time here. Of course fellows don’t take to him. He looks dirty and bad-tempered and he talks worse than he looks. He doesn’t belong here. Seems to realize it, too. Shows he has some sense, doesn’t it? Well, I didn’t say he didn’t have sense. Trouble with him is he’s been left to do as he likes too much, I guess. Bet you I know that father of his. Severe as anything when things go wrong, and the rest of the time doesn’t pay any attention to the kid. He didn’t say anything about a mother or brothers or sisters. Probably there’s just the two of them in one of those mean little towns where nothing ever happens that’s worth while. Bet you there isn’t even a movie theater there! Dad puts out the lamp at nine o’clock and goes to bed and the kid has to go, too, and the only way he can have any excitement is to sneak down the rain-spout and get into mischief! Oh, well, it’s no affair of mine. Still, I am sort of sorry for Tubb. ‘Washtub.’ Beastly nickname! Wonder who his adviser is. Probably hasn’t been near him, and would only growl and be ugly if he went. Best thing can happen to George W. Tubb is to seek pastures new.”