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           AfterIcryhardit’slikeit’smorningagainandI’mstartingthedayover."

           "Iheardeverythingnow."

           "Youjustwon’tadmityoulikecrying,too.Youcryjustsolongandeverything’sfine.Andthere’syourhappyending.Andyou’rereadytogobackoutandwalkaroundwithfolksagain.Andit’sthestartofgosh-knows-what-all!Anytimenow,Mr.Forresterwillthinkitoverandseeit’sjusttheonlywayandhaveagoodcryandthenlookaroundandseeit’smorningagain,eventhoughit’sfiveintheafternoon."

           "Thatdon’tsoundlikenohappyendingtome."

           "Agoodnight’ssleep,oraten-minutebawl,orapintofchocolateicecream,orallthreetogether,isgoodmedicine,Doug.YoulistentoTomSpaulding,M.D."

           "Shutup,youguys,"saidCharlie."We’realmostthere!"

           Theyturnedacorner.

           Deepinwintertheyhadlookedforbitsandpiecesofsummerandfounditinfurnacecellarsorinbonfiresontheedgeoffrozenskatingpondsatnight.Now,insummer,theywentsearchingforsomelittlebit,somepieceoftheforgottenwinter.

           Roundingthecorner,theyfeltacontinuallightrainspraydownfromavastbrickbuildingtorefreshthemastheyreadthesigntheyknewbyheart,thesignwhichshowedthemwhatthey’dcomesearchingfor:

           SUMMER’sICEHOUSE.