I can paste
almost as fast as he can now."
"He could beat him now if he didn't play so much." In his mother's
voice was neither scolding nor complaint. "Jimmy always would play
some from the time he was born. His boss says he's the best worker
he's got 'cepting the boy who sits next to him, and if he'd just stay
still all day--"
"Oh, can he play?" I made no apology for the interruption. The
child was undersized and illy-nourished, and to let him work ten
hours a day seemed a crime for which I, and all others who cared for
children, were somehow responsible. But if he had a chance to play--
"When old Miss High-Spy goes out the room we play." Jimmy gave his
trousers a jerk and made effort to force connection between a button
and a buttonhole belonging respectively to his upper and his lower
garments. "She's a regular old tale-teller, but soon as she's out
the room we get down from our bench and rush around and tag each
other. Our benches 'ain't got no backs to 'em, and if we didn't get
off sometimes we couldn't sit up all day. The other fellows, the big
ones, don't tell on us.
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