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Chapter 17
Butwithmehelpingyou,itcanbedone."
"Whenareyougoingtospinaweb?"askedWilbur.
"Thisafternoon,late,ifI’mnottootired,"saidCharlotte."Theleastthingtiresmethesedays.Idon’tseemtohavetheenergyIoncehad.Myage,Iguess."
Wilburlookedathisfriend.Shelookedratherswollenandsheseemedlistless.
"I’mawfullysorrytohearthatyou’refeelingpoorly,Charlotte,"hesaid."Perhapsifyouspinawebandcatchacoupleoffliesyou’llfeelbetter."
"Perhaps,"shesaid,wearily."ButIfeelliketheendofalongday."Clingingupsidedowntotheceiling,shesettleddownforanap,leavingWilburverymuchworried.
AllmorningpeoplewanderedpastWilbur’spen.Dozensanddozensofstrangersstoppedtostareathimandtoadmirehissilkywhitecoat,hiscurlytail,hiskindandradiantexpression.Thentheywouldmoveontothenextpenwherethebiggerpiglay.WilburheardseveralpeoplemakefavorableremarksaboutUncle’sgreatsize.Hecouldn’thelpoverhearingtheseremarks,andhecouldn’thelpworrying."Andnow,withCharlottenotfeelingwell…"hethought."Oh,dear!"
AllmorningTempletonsleptquietlyunderthestraw.Thedaygrewfiercelyhot.AtnoontheZuckermansandtheArablesreturnedtothepigpen.Then,afewminuteslater,FernandAveryshowedup.FernhadamonkeydollinherarmsandwaseatingCrackerjack.Averyhadaballoontiedtohisearandwaschewingacandiedapple.Thechildrenwerehotanddirty.
"Isn’tithot?"saidMrs.Zuckerman.
"It’sterriblyhot,"saidMrs.Arable,fanningherselfwithanadvertisementofadeepfreeze
