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           ShestoppedatWalterCunningham’sdesk."Where’syours?"sheasked.

           WalterCunningham’sfacetoldeverybodyinthefirstgradehehadhookworms.Hisabsenceofshoestoldushowhegotthem.Peoplecaughthookwormsgoingbarefootedinbarnyardsandhogwallows.IfWalterhadownedanyshoeshewouldhavewornthemthefirstdayofschoolandthendiscardedthemuntilmid-winter.Hedidhaveonacleanshirtandneatlymendedoveralls.

           "Didyouforgetyourlunchthismorning?"askedMissCaroline.

           Walterlookedstraightahead.Isawamusclejumpinhisskinnyjaw.

           "Didyouforgetitthismorning?"askedMissCaroline.Walter’sjawtwitchedagain.

           "Yeb’m,"hefinallymumbled.

           MissCarolinewenttoherdeskandopenedherpurse."Here’saquarter,"shesaidtoWalter."Goandeatdowntowntoday.Youcanpaymebacktomorrow."

           Waltershookhishead."Nomethankyouma’am,"hedrawledsoftly.

           ImpatiencecreptintoMissCaroline’svoice:"HereWalter,comegetit."

           Waltershookhisheadagain.

           WhenWaltershookhisheadathirdtimesomeonewhispered,"Goonandtellher,Scout."