with a grouch will pull his nose
"Koppy’s at home," he called.
"Some day you’ll find out something about your underforeman," she teased.
"I wish I could," he returned so viciously that she laughed aloud.
"You’ve been wishing it a long time, but to date he seems innocent enough. You don’t need to care so long as he turns up to work every morning."
"Innocent?" He snorted. "Them damn Poles can’t be innocent. Ever since them horses began to go– If we could only do without the damn heathen!"
"But you damn well can’t."
"Tressa!" He stumbled back to her door with horrified eyes.
"My daddy’s good enough to copy," she laughed.
"Your daddy, girl, is–is shocked. If I hear you–" He tossed his hands up helplessly. "You’re making your daddy so mealy-mouthed, the first bohunk with a grouch will pull his nose. I’ve got to swear at ’em. If you don’t let me tear loose a bit when I’m with you, the air’s going to be so blue next time I meet a bohunk that he’ll think he’s gone to his last reward."
She came to the doorway of her room, coiling a loop of hair.
"Go and listen to the music, daddy. You need sweetening to-night."
The rough big fellow looked deep into her eyes. "I’d go plumb crazy in this life without you, little girl."
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