He now had a sort of determined aspect like the
iron jawed lady in a circus, whereas before his face had the
appearance of being folded over and wadded down inside of his neck
band, so his hat could rest comfortably on his collar. He knew he
was altered, but he didn't realize how much he was altered until
he went home that evening and walked proudly in the front gate.
His wife who was timid about strangers, slammed the door right in
his face and faithful Ponto came out from under the porch steps
and bit him severely in the calf of the leg. There was only one
consolation in it for him--for the first time in a long number of
years he was in position to bite back.
And that's how it is with teeth--with your teeth let us say--for
right here I'm going to drop the personal pronoun and speak of
them as your teeth from now on. If anybody has to suffer it might
as well be you and not me; I expect to be busy telling about it.
As I started to say awhile ago, you--remember it's you from this
point--you get your regular teeth and they start right in giving
you trouble.
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