A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Page #3

only one who don't hear it.

Well...

Ten cents' worth of round

steak? You want it ground?

No, thank you.

You're sure now?

It wasn't 20 minutes ago I

ground that whole plateful fresh.

No, thank you.

Oh, I forgot.

My mama wants it ground.

You don't tell me.

And she said to

chop that in with it.

She did?

And a piece of suet to

fry it with, Mama said.

Sweet jumping

Christopher!

Olives!

Sweet potatoes!

You know, Mama thinks

we don't know anything.

Yeah. She acts like we

were kids or something.

I bet she has a fight

with Aunt Sissy tonight.

It's got something to do with

men like Aunt Sissy too much.

But Papa says we ought

to make everybody like us.

I guess maybe

ladies shouldn't.

Maybe Aunt Sissy wouldn't

have changed husbands so much

if any of her babies

would've lived.

She's crazy

about babies.

Look who's talking about

babies. A lot you know.

I know as much

as you do.

You don't know nothing.

You think you're so smart.

Boys make me sick!

What do you think

girls make people?

Here she comes!

Come on!

Mister, give us a white bread.

Six loaves!

And a pie,

not too crushed!

This bread's fine.

I wouldn't be surprised

if wasn't more

than three days old.

Is that all, Mom?

Can we go now?

Yes, you're free.

Where's the fire?

There's a scout for

the Brooklyns around.

They're looking

for a catcher.

Where are you going?

No place much.

Well, don't go dream

walking crossing the street.

"Browning."

"B-U... Burton."

Anatomy of Melancholy.

Burton's

Anatomy of Melancholy.

Burton's

Anatomy of Melancholy?

Are you sure

you want this?

Yes, ma'am.

Don't you think it's a

trifle over your head?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, then,

why did you select it?

Well, I've read all the

authors beginning with "A"

and all the "B's" down

to Burton. It's next.

You mean you're trying to read your

way straight through the library?

Yes, ma'am.

But a book like this,

you'll only be confused.

Please. I wanna read

clear through the alphabet.

I want to know

everything in the world.

Well...

All right. Only do

something for me, will you?

Take another book,

too. Here.

When Knighthood Was in

Flower, just for fun.

It's Saturday. I'll have a

headache thinking about you

wrestling with The Anatomy

of Melancholy all weekend.

Will you?

Yes, ma'am.

A little more to the left,

Mr. Crackenbox!

You think I want Mrs.

Whittely's baby clothes?

It's your wash,

your baby.

Don't forget to fix

mine, Mr. Crackenbox!

Maybe you'd like to come up

here and fix it yourselves

and that's just what you'll

be doing if you don't shut up!

Mr. Crackenbox, it still sags!

Now, Mr. Crackenbox, get it just a

little bit higher, if you don't mind.

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