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           And,"Seoleogifheobladesonbirigthabitaeresthireladteow."Wonder-wordstheymustbe,sinceIstillrememberthem.

           TheTownManagerofNewBaytownwentcrab-scuttlingbyme,headdown,andonlygavemegoodeveninginreturnforminefirstoffered.

           Icouldfeelmyhouse,theoldHawleyhouse,fromhalfablockaway.Lastnightithuddledinawebofgloombutthisthunder-borderedeveitradiatedexcitement.Ahouse,likeanopal,takesonthecolorsoftheday.AnticMaryheardmyfootstepsonthewalkandsheflickeredoutthescreendoorlikeaflame.

           "You’llneverguess!"shesaid,andherhandswereout,palmsin,asthoughshecarriedapackage.

           ItwasinmymindsoIreplied"Seoleogifheobladesonbirigthabitaeresthireladteow."

           "Well,that’saprettygoodguessbutit’snotright."

           "Somesecretadmirerhasgivenusadinosaur."

           "Wrong,butit’sjustaswonderful.AndIwon’ttelltillyouwashup,becauseyou’llhavetobecleantohearit."

           "WhatIhearisthelovemusicofablue-bottombaboon."AndIdid—itblattedfromthelivingroom,whereAllenimportunedhissoulinaphlegmofrevolt."JustwhenIwasready,toaskyoutogosteady,theysaidIdidn’tknowmymind.Yourglancegivesmeantswheneverweromance,andtheysayIcouldn’tknowmymind."

           "IthinkI’llburnhimup,heavenwife."

           "No,youwon’t.Notwhenyouhear."

           "Can’tyoutellmedirty?"

           "No."

           Iwentthroughthelivingroom.