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           Hehadbeenwanderingabouttheneighborhood,seeinghowtheantsweredoinghereorthere,andhadfoundaparticularlygoodhillwithabigholeinwhichallkindsoffierybrightpismiresweretumblingaboutscissoringtheairandwildlycarryinglittlepacketsofdeadgrasshopperandinfinitesimalbirddownintotheearth.Nowherewassomethingelse:Mrs.Brown,swayingontheedgeofherporchasifshe’djustfoundouttheworldwasfallingthroughspaceatsixtytrillionmilesasecond.BehindherwasMr.Brown,whodidn’tknowthemilespersecondandprobablywouldn’tcareifhedidknow.

           "You,Tom!"saidMrs.Brown."IneedmoralsupportandtheequivalentofthebloodoftheLambwithme.Comealong!"

           Andoffsherushed,squashingantsandkickingtopsoffdandelionsandtrottingbigspikyholesinflowerbedsasshecutacrossyards.

           TomkneltamomentlongerstudyingMrs.Brown’sshoulderbladesandspineasshetoppleddownthestreet.Hereadthebonesandtheywereeloquentofmelodramaandadventure,athinghedidnotordinarilyconnectwithladies,eventhoughMrs.Brownhadtheremnantsofapirate’smustache.Amomentlaterhewasintandemwithher.

           "Mrs.Brown,yousurelookmad!"

           "Youdon’tknowwhatmadis,boy!"

           "Watchout!"criedTom.

           Mrs.ElmiraBrownfellrightoveranirondoglyingasleepthereonthegreengrass.

           "Mrs.Brown!"

           "Yousee?"Mrs.Brownsatthere."ClaraGoodwaterdidthistome!Magic!"

           "Magic?"

           "Nevermind,boy.Here’sthesteps.