CHAPTER XXIISitting and thinking don’t never do no good at a time like that, but I was bothered by a lot of little things, such as how could Pepillo have the kind of skin and eyes and lingo that he had and be a noble of England? But still, that could be explained pretty easy and logical, because you know how those high-faluting earls and princes and what-not will marry around into foreign countries, simply disgusting.
You take a young count or something. Would he be contented to marry Sally Smith, pretty as a picture, straight as a string, and living right in the same block with him, that he went to school with, as you might say? No, he would not! which he would sooner go across to France or somewhere and he would pick up with some skinny French girl that didn’t have no home training at a
