He had one little chap that greatly interested me.
He reminded me of what I must have been, for he was eternally in a peck
of trouble.
Liked candy, too, and when I found that he no longer hooked lumps of
sugar out of the bowl on the table, I became convinced that his cure
must have been radical.
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So I made an investigation.
The woodshed figured largely in the matter, too.
That brought back other tender recollections, for, do you know, we once
had a woodshed.
Favorite place for an affectionate interview between father and son.