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asked Mrs. Ridder from the next room an hour later . `` I did n't know you 'd come . Yer paw sent word by old man Jackson that he was at Hank 's Exchange way down on Market Street , and fer you to come git him . '' `` It 's twelve o'clock , '' remonstrated Joe . `` I know it , '' said Mrs. Ridder , yawning , `` but I reckon you better go . The old man always gits the rheumatiz when he lays out all night , and that there rheumatiz medicine cost sixty-five cents a bottle ! '' `` All right , '' said Joe with a resignation born of experience , `` but do n't you go and put no more of the kids in my bed .