He pondered. “I used to have to learn about the Declaration of Independence. I hated books and truck when I was a kid.”
“But you don't any more.”
“No. I cert'nly don't. But I used to get kep' in at recess for bein' so dumb. I was most always at the tail end of the class. My brother, he'd be head sometimes.”
“Little George Taylor is my prize scholar,” said Molly.
“Knows his tasks, does he?”
“Always. And Henry Dow comes next.”
“Who's last?”
“Poor Bob Carmody. I spend more time on him than on all the rest put together.”
“My!” said the Virginian. “Ain't that strange!”
She looked at him, puzzled by his tone. “It's not strange when you know Bob,” she said.