text: In the wagon on the way home, Paulie asked, "An old friend, huh? And not bad lookin'."
  
  Grit smiled. "I didn't really know her that well, but she remembered me, prob'ly because I got in trouble all the time."
  
  "Why was that?"
  
  "I was big and some older boys wanted to teach me my place," Grit said. "Only I was tougher'n they all were, and so they ganged up on me, and I still won, except I got kicked outta school for fightin'. Didn't seem to matter that they started it, and there were four of 'em."
  
  "If I'm goin' off to college, like you think I am," Paulie said, "I want to know how to take care of myself. Will you teach me how to fight?"
  
  "Sure... we can do that this winter," Grit said. "I'll set up a place in the barn. That way when I tap you on the chin, you can fall into the hay, and it won't hurt so bad."
  
  Paulie started laughing. He pulled in a lungful of the cool afternoon air, and he started coughing. After the coughing passed, he said, "That's pretty funny. What if I hit you?"
  
  "You are gettin' stronger, no question," Grit said, "and I'll bet you could pack quite a wallop."
  
  When they got to the Nilsen farm, Grit and Paulie both hopped down. The farmer came from behind his house and asked, "What can I do for ya?"
  
  "We have a new smokehouse," Grit said, "and we're stocking it for the winter to come. You got any pork for sale?"
  
  "Yeah, I'll sell you a whole smoked hog for $22," Nilsen said.
  
  Grit looked at Paulie who said, "We'll take it." He paid Nilsen, and they tied the smoked hog on the wagon and headed south. When they got home that evening, they strung the hog up in the smokehouse and put the wagon full of the other goods into the barn.