Only yesterday I--" "Oh, I know you were fighting again.

You are terrible, Kalman.
I hear all the boys talking about you, and the girls too.

Did you beat him?
But of course you did." "I don't know," said her brother doubtfully, "but I don't think he will bother me any more." "Oh, Kalman," said his sister anxiously, "why do you fight so much ?" "They make me fight," said the boy.

"They try to drive me off the corner, and he called me a greasy Dook.

But I showed him I am no Doukhobor.