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           "Letmesitdown!"

           Theysatunderanoldoaktreeonthesideofthehilllookingbackattown,andthesunmadelargetremblingshadowsaroundthem;itwascoolasacaveinunderthetree.Outbeyond,insunlight,thetownwaspaintedwithheat,thewindowsallgaping.Douglaswantedtorunbackintherewherethetown,byitsveryweight,itshouses,theirbulk,mightencloseandpreventJohn’severgettingupandrunningoff.

           "Butwe’refriends,"Douglassaidhelplessly.

           "Wealwayswillbe,"saidJohn.

           "You’llcomebacktovisiteveryweekorso,won’tyou?"

           "Dadsaysonlyonceortwiceayear.It’seightymiles."

           "Eightymilesain’tfar!"shoutedDouglas.

           "No,it’snotfaratall,"saidJohn.

           "Mygrandma’sgotaphone.I’llcallyou.Ormaybewe’llallvisitupyourway,too.That’dbegreat!"Johnsaidnothingforalongwhile.

           "Well,"saidDouglas,"let’stalkaboutsomething."

           "What?"

           "Mygosh,ifyou’regoingaway,wegotamillionthingstotalkabout!Allthethingswewould’vetalkedaboutnext:month,themonthafter!Prayingmantises,zeppelins,acrobats,swordswallowers!Goonlikeyouwasbackthere,grasshoppersspittingtobacco!"

           "FunnythingisItdon’tfeelliketalkingaboutgrasshoppers."

           "Youalwaysdid!"

           "Sure."Johnlookedsteadilyatthetown."ButItguessthisjustain’tthetime."

           "John,what’swrong?Youlookfunny..."

           Johnhadclosedhiseyesandscreweduphisface."Doug,theTerlehouse,upstairs,youknow?"

           "Sure."