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things about babies which he had never known before。 He knew； for instance； that the baby wanted its bottle； and that Marie was going to make him wait till feeding time by the clock。
〃By heck； I wonder what would happen if that darn clock was to stop！〃 he exclaimed savagely； when his nerves would bear no more。 〃You'd let the kid starve to death before you'd let your own brains tell you what to do！ Husky youngster like thatfeeding 'im four ounces every four daysor some simp rule like that〃 He lifted the cakes on to a plate that held two messy…looking fried eggs whose yolks had broken； set the plate on the cluttered table and slid petulantly into a chair and began to eat。 The squeaking chair and the crying baby continued to torment him。 Furthermore； the cakes were doughy in the middle。
〃For gosh sake； Marie； give that kid his bottle！〃 Bud exploded again。 〃Use the brains God gave yuhsuch as they are！ By heck； I'll stick that darn book in the stove。 Ain't yuh got any feelings at all？ Why； I wouldn't let a dog go hungry like that！ Don't yuh reckon the kid knows when he's hungry？ Why； good Lord！ I'll take and feed him myself； if you don't。 I'll burn that bookso help me！〃
〃Yes； you willnot！〃 Marie's voice rose shrewishly； riding the high waves of the baby's incessant outcry against the restrictions upon appetite imposed by enlightened motherhood。 〃You do； and see what'll happen！ You'd have him howling with colic； that's what you'd do。〃
〃Well； I'll tell the world he wouldn't holler for grub！ You'd go by the book if it told yuh to stand 'im on his head in the ice chest！ By heck； between a woman and a hen turkey； give me the turkey when it comes to sense。 They do take care of their young ones〃
〃Aw； forget that！ When it comes to sense…〃
Oh； well； why go into details？ You all know how these domestic storms arise； and how love washes overboard when the matrimonial ship begins to wallow in the seas of recrimination。
Bud lost his temper and said a good many things should not have said。 Marie flung back angry retorts and reminded Bud of all his sins and slights and shortcomings； and told him many of mamma's pessimistic prophecies concerning him； most of which seemed likely to be fulfilled。 Bud fought back； telling Marie how much of a snap she had had since she married him； and how he must have looked like ready money to her； and added that now； by heck； he even had to do his own cooking； as well as listen to her whining and nagging； and that there wasn't clean corner in the house； and she'd rather let her own baby go hungry than break a simp rule in a darn book got up by a bunch of boobs that didn't know anything about kids。 Surely to goodness； he finished his heated paragraph； it wouldn't break any woman's back to pour a little warm water on a little malted milk； and shake it up。
He told Marie other things； and in return； Marie informed him that he was just a big…mouthed； lazy brute； and she could curse the day she ever met him。 That was going pretty far。 Bud reminded her that she had not done any cursing at the time； being in his opinion too busy roping him in to support her。
By that time he had gulped down his coffee； and was into his coat； and looking for his hat。 Marie； crying and scolding and rocking the vociferous infant； interrupted herself to tell him that she wanted a ten…cent roll of cotton from the drug store； and added that she hoped she would not have to wait until next Christmas for it； either。 Which bit of sarcasm so inflamed Bud's rage that he swore every step of the way to Santa Clara Avenue； and only stopped then because he happened to meet a friend who was going down town； and they walked together。
At the drug store on the corner of Second Street Bud stopped and bought the cotton； feeling remorseful for some of the things he had said to Marie； but not enough so to send him back home to tell her he was sorry。 He went on； and met another friend before he had taken twenty steps。 This friend was thinking of buying a certain second…hand automobile that was offered at a very low price； and he wanted Bud to go with him and look her over。 Bud went； glad of the excuse to kill the rest of the forenoon。
They took the car out and drove to Schutzen Park and back。 Bud opined that she didn't bark to suit him； and she had a knock in her cylinders that shouted of carbon。 They ran her into the garage shop and went deep into her vitals； and because she jerked when Bud threw her into second； Bud suspected that her bevel gears had lost a tooth or two； and was eager to find out for sure。
Bill looked at his watch and suggested that they eat first before they got all over grease by monkeying with the rear end。 So they went to the nearest restaurant and had smothered beefsteak and mashed potato and coffee and pie； and while they ate they talked of gears and carburetors and transmission and ignition troubles； all of which alleviated temporarily Bud's case of cabin fever and caused him to forget that he was married and had quarreled with his wife and had heard a good many unkind things which his mother…in…law had said about him。
By the time they were back in the garage and had the grease cleaned out of the rear gears so that they could see whether they were really burred or broken； as Bud had suspected； the twinkle was back in his eyes； and the smiley quirk stayed at the corners of his mouth； and when he was not talking mechanics with Bill he was whistling。 He found much lost motion and four broken teeth； and he was grease to his eyebrowsin other words； he was happy。
When he and Bill finally shed their borrowed overalls and caps； the garage lights were on； and the lot behind the shop was dusky。 Bud sat down on the running board and began to figure what the actual cost of the bargain would be when Bill had put it into good mechanical condition。 New bearings； new bevel gear； new brake； lining； rebored cylindersthey totalled a sum that made Bill gasp。
By the time Bud had proved each item an absolute necessity； and had reached the final ejaculation： 〃Aw； forget it； Bill； and buy yuh a Ford！〃 it was so late that he knew Marie must have given up looking for him home to supper。 She would have taken it for granted that he had eaten down town。 So； not to disappoint her； Bud did eat down town。 Then Bill wanted him to go to a movie； and after a praiseworthy hesitation Bud yielded to temptation and went。 No use going home now； just when Marie would be rocking the kid to sleep and wouldn't let him speak above a whisper； he told his conscience。 Might as well wait till they settled down for the night。
CHAPTER TWO。 TWO MAKE A QUARREL
At nine o'clock Bud went home。 He was feeling very well satisfied with himself for some reason which he did not try to analyze； but which was undoubtedly his sense of having saved Bill from throwing away six hundred dollars on a bum car； and the weight in his coat pocket of a box of chocolates that he had bought for Marie。 Poor girl； it was kinda tough on her； all right； being tied to the house now with the kid。 Next spring when he started his run to Big Basin again； he would get a little camp in there by the Inn； and take her along with him when the travel wasn't too heavy。 She could stay at either end of the run； just as she took a notion。 Wouldn't hurt the kid a bithe'd be bigger then； and the outdoors would make him grow like a pig。 Thinking of these things； Bud walked briskly； whistling as he neared the little green house； so that Marie would know who it was； and would not be afraid when he stepped up on the front porch。
He stopped whistling rather abruptly when he reached the house； for it was dark。 He tried the door and found it locked。 The key was not in the letter box where they always kept it for the convenience of the first one who returned； so Bud went around to the back and climbed through the pantry window。 He fell over a chair； bumped into the table； and damned a few things。 The electric light was hung in the center of the room by a cord that kept him groping and clutching in the dark before he finally touched the elusive bulb with his fingers and switched on the light。
The table was set for a mealbut whether it was dinner or supper Bud could not determine。 He went into the little sleeping room and turned on the light there； looked around the empty room； grunted； and tiptoed into the bedroom。 （In the last month he had learned to enter on his toes； lest he waken the baby。） He might have saved himself the bother； for the baby was not there in its new gocart。 The gocart was not there； Marie was not thereone after another these facts impressed themselves upon Bud's mind； even before he found the letter propped against the clock in the orthodox manner of announcing unexpected departures。 Bud read the letter； crumpled it in his fist； and threw it toward the little heating stove。 〃If that's the way yuh feel about it； I'll tell the world you can go and be darned！〃 he snorted； and tried to let that end the matter so far as he was concerned。 But he could not shake off the sense of having been badly used。 He did not stop to consider that while he was working off his anger； that day； Marie had been rocking back and forth； crying and magnifying the quarrel as she dwelt upon it； and put