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           Thewholeworldwillhearaboutyou.Zuckermanwillbeproudandhappytoownsuchapig.Youhavenothingtofear,Wilburnothingtoworryabout.Maybeyou’llliveforever-whoknows?

           Andnow,gotosleep."

           Forawhiletherewasnosound.ThenWilbur’svoice:

           "Whatareyoudoingupthere,Charlotte?"

           "Oh,makingsomething,"shesaid."Makingsomething,asusual."

           "Isitsomethingforme?"askedWilbur.

           "No,"saidCharlotte."It’ssomethingforme,forachange."

           "Pleasetellmewhatitis,"beggedWilbur.

           "I’lltellyouinthemorning,"shesaid."Whenthefirstlightcomesintotheskyandthesparrowsstirandthecowsrattletheirchains,whentheroostercrowsandthestarsfade,whenearlycarswhisperalongthehighway,youlookuphereandI’llshowyousomething.Iwillshowyoumymasterpiece."

           Beforeshefinishedthesentence,Wilburwasasleep.Shecouldtellbythesoundofhisbreathingthathewassleepingpeacefully,deepinthestraw.

           Milesaway,attheArables’house,themensataroundthekitchentableeatingadishofcannedpeachesandtalkingovertheeventsoftheday.Upstairs,Averywasalreadyinbedandasleep.Mrs.ArablewastuckingFernintobed.

           "DidyouhaveagoodtimeattheFair?"sheaskedasshekissedherdaughter.

           Fernnodded."IhadthebesttimeIhaveeverhadanywhereoranytimeinallofmywholelife."

           "Well!"saidMrs.Arable."Isn’tthatnice!"