I shall tell Daisy about that . You have known a great many interesting things , have n't you ? '' asked Demi , and fell to meditating on the vast experience of a boy who had run away more than once , and taken care of himself in a big city . `` Wish I had n't sometimes . '' `` Why ? Do n't remembering them feel good ? '' `` No . '' `` It 's very singular how hard it is to manage your mind , '' said Demi , clasping his hands round his knees , and looking up at the sky as if for information upon his favorite topic . `` Devilish hard no , I do n't mean that ; '' and Dan bit his lips , for the forbidden word slipped out in spite of him , and he wanted to be more careful with Demi than with any of the other boys . `` I 'll play I did n't hear it , '' said Demi ; `` and you wo n't do it again , I 'm sure . '' `` Not if I can help it . That 's one of the things I do n't want to remember . I keep pegging away , but it do n't seem to do much good ; '' and Dan looked discouraged . `` Yes , it does . You do n't say half so many bad words as you used to ; and Aunt Jo is pleased , because she said it was a hard habit to break up . '' `` Did she ? '' and Dan cheered up a bit . `` You must put swearing away in your fault-drawer , and lock it up ; that 's the way I do with my badness . '' `` What do you mean ? '' asked Dan , looking as if he found Demi almost as amusing as a new sort of cockchafer or beetle .
`` Well , it 's one of my private plays , and I 'll tell you , but I think you 'll laugh at it , '' began XXXXX , glad to hold forth on this congenial subject .
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