Well, what's passed is past, and it isn't
either here nor there. What I started to say was this: that the way it
begins to look to me, it looks as if nobody can tell in this life a darn
thing about what's goin' to happen, and the things that do happen are
the very ones you'd swear were the last that could. I mean--you look
back to that day of the picnic--my! but I was a rube then--well, I mean
you look back to that day, and what do you suppose I'd have thought then
if somebody'd told me the time would ever come when I'd be 'way off here
at college sittin' on a bench with Dora Yocum--with _Dora Yocum_, in
the first place--and her crying, and both of us talking about the United
States goin' to war with Germany! Don't it seem pretty funny to you,
Fred, too?"
"But as near as I can make out," Fred said, "that isn't what happened."
"Why isn't it?"
"You say 'and both us talking' and so on. As near as I can make out,
_you_ didn't say anything at all."
"Well, I didn't--much," Ramsey admitted, and returned to his point with
almost pathetic persistence.
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