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           Thenhisanswerwasdelivered,muffledbutintelligible,intothewarmthofBooBoo’sneck."It’soneofthosethingsthatgoupintheair,"hesaid."Withstringyouhold."

           Thebettertolookathim,BooBoopushedhersonslightlyawayfromher.Thensheputawildhandinsidetheseatofhistrousers,startlingtheboyconsiderably,butalmostimmediatelywithdrewitanddecorouslytuckedinhisshirtforhim."Tellyouwhatwe’lldo,"shesaid."We’lldrivetotownandgetsomepickles,andsomebread,andwe’lleatthepicklesinthecar,andthenwe’llgotothestationandgetDaddy,andthenwe’llbringDaddyhomeandmakehimtakeusforarideintheboat.You’llhavetohelphimcarrythesailsdown.O.K.?"

           "O.K.,"saidLionel.

           Theydidn’twalkbacktothehouse;theyraced.Lionelwon.