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The Sound of the Shell
PiggylookedupatRalph.AlltheshadowsonRalph’sfacewerereversed;greenabove,brightbelowfromthelagoon.Ablurofsunlightwascrawlingacrosshishair.
"Wegottodosomething."
Ralphlookedthroughhim.Hereatlastwastheimaginedbutneverfullyrealizedplaceleapingintoreallife.Ralph’slipspartedinadelightedsmileandPiggy,takingthissmiletohimselfasamarkofrecognition,laughedwithpleasure.
"Ifitreallyisanisland—"
"What’sthat?"
Ralphhadstoppedsmilingandwaspointingintothelagoon.Somethingcreamylayamongthefernyweeds.
"Astone."
"No.Ashell.’’SuddenlyPiggywasa-bubblewithdecorousexcitement.
"S’right.It’sashell!Iseenonelikethatbefore.Onsomeone’sbackwall.Aconchhecalledit.Heusedtoblowitandthenhismumwouldcome.It’seversovaluable—"
NeartoRalph’selbowapalmsaplingleanedoutoverthelagoon.Indeed,theweightwasalreadypullingalumpfromthepoorsoilandsoonitwouldfall.Hetoreoutthestemandbegantopokeaboutinthewater,whilethebrilliantfishflickedawayonthissideandthat.Piggyleaneddangerously.
