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Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

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kept <strong>the</strong> door locked between our quarters and she had to goaround to our door to communicate with us, which she did often.Very soon, we struck up a friendship with her. Mrs. Moon waspartially deaf and needed help from time to time. Of course, Iwas go<strong>in</strong>g to be <strong>the</strong> good neighbor. Our relationship began overa clock. She said to me, “You know, Mister, I can’t w<strong>in</strong>d up myclock because my f<strong>in</strong>gers have rheumatism.”I, big hearted <strong>Arthur</strong>, replied, “I’ll w<strong>in</strong>d it up for you. You br<strong>in</strong>gyour clock around, and I’ll w<strong>in</strong>d it up for you.” So we werelaunched. Every night she would shuffle around to our door tohave her clock wound up. I was delighted to do it, but <strong>the</strong>recame one night when I had to be out. “I’m afraid I won’t be <strong>in</strong>tonight to w<strong>in</strong>d your clock.”“Oh, but Mister, you have to be <strong>in</strong>. You see, Mister, it has to bewound up at just <strong>the</strong> same time every night because of <strong>the</strong> spr<strong>in</strong>g.You must stop <strong>in</strong> to w<strong>in</strong>d my clock up.”That was my first difficulty with her as big-hearted <strong>Arthur</strong> tried tomeet her needs. From that po<strong>in</strong>t, we graduated from clock-w<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>gto cups of tea <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g, and <strong>the</strong>n to a bun or cake with<strong>the</strong> cup of tea, yesterday’s grace becom<strong>in</strong>g today’s right. She wouldcome around for her bun and her cup of tea and would almostdemand what once she had gratefully said “thank you” for.Her next problem was that her fire “puffed.” I learned that meantit puffed out smoke. “It is probably because your sticks aren’t dry.Would you like me to get you some bundles of sticks from town?”I offered.“Thank you, Mister. You are so k<strong>in</strong>d to me,” she replied.Now added to clock-w<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g, cups of tea and buns, we havefetch<strong>in</strong>g bundles of sticks. Each morn<strong>in</strong>g she was knock<strong>in</strong>g at <strong>the</strong>door for her cup of tea, even if it woke up <strong>the</strong> children. While welived <strong>in</strong> that house, we almost always had a baby to care for, pluschildren to get ready for school, but this old lady had noth<strong>in</strong>g todo all day long except see to herself.I would protest, “Look, we have to see to <strong>the</strong> family and to <strong>the</strong>needs of <strong>the</strong> children.”87

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