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           TheybuymeeverythingIwant,butit’snow-you’ve-got-it-go-play-with-it.You’vegotaroomfulofthings.I-got-you-that-book-so-go-read-it."Dilltriedtodeepenhisvoice."You’renotaboy.Boysgetoutandplaybaseballwithotherboys,theydon’thangaroundthehouseworryin’theirfolks."

           Dill’svoicewashisownagain:"Oh,theyain’tmean.Theykissyouandhugyougoodnightandgoodmornin’andgood-byeandtellyoutheyloveyou—Scout,let’sgetusababy."

           "Where?"

           TherewasamanDillhadheardofwhohadaboatthatherowedacrosstoafoggyislandwhereallthesebabieswere;youcouldorderone—

           "That’salie.AuntysaidGoddrops‘emdownthechimney.Atleastthat’swhatIthinkshesaid."Foronce,Aunty’sdictionhadnotbeentooclear.

           "Wellthatain’tso.Yougetbabiesfromeachother.Butthere’sthisman,too—hehasallthesebabiesjustwaitin’towakeup,hebreatheslifeinto‘em...."

           Dillwasoffagain.Beautifulthingsfloatedaroundinhisdreamyhead.Hecouldreadtwobookstomyone,buthepreferredthemagicofhisowninventions.Hecouldaddandsubtractfasterthanlightning,buthepreferredhisowntwilightworld,aworldwherebabiesslept,waitingtobegatheredlikemorninglilies.Hewasslowlytalkinghimselftosleepandtakingmewithhim,butinthequietnessofhisfoggyislandthererosethefadedimageofagrayhousewithsadbrowndoors