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Uncle Wiggly in Connecticut
I’mnotrunningahotel."
Gracestoodforamoment,thensaid,"Yes,Ma’am,"andwentouttothekitchen.
Eloiseleftthelivingroomandclimbedthestairs,whichwerelightedveryfaintlybytheoverglowfromthediningroom.OneofRamona’sgalosheswaslyingonthelanding.Eloisepickeditupandthrewit,withasmuchforceaspossible,overthesideofthebanister;itstruckthefoyerfloorwithaviolentthump.
ShesnappedonthelightinRamona’sroomandheldontotheswitch,asifforsupport.ShestoodstillforamomentlookingatRamona.Thensheletgoofthelightswitchandwentquicklyovertothebed."Ramona.Wakeup.Wakeup."
Ramonawassleepingfaroverononesideofthebed,herrightbuttockofftheedge.HerglasseswereonalittleDonaldDucknighttable,foldedneatlyandlaidstemsdown.
"Ramona!"
Thechildawokewithasharpintakeofbreath.Hereyesopenedwide,butshenarrowedthemalmostatonce."Mommy?"
"IthoughtyoutoldmeJimmyJimmereenowasrunoverandkilled."
"What?"
"Youheardme,"Eloisesaid."Whyareyousleepingwayoverhere?"
"Because,"saidRamona.
"Becausewhy?Ramona,Idon’tfeellike—"
"BecauseIdon’twanttohurtMickey."
"Who?"
"Mickey,"saidRamona,rubbinghernose."MickeyMickeranno."
Eloiseraisedhervoicetoashriek."Yougetinthecenterofthatbed.Goon."
Ramona,extremelyfrightened,justlookedupatEloise.
"Allright."EloisegrabbedRamona’sanklesandhalfliftedandhalfpulledherovertothemiddleofthebed.
