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Sophie
’
s
heart
was
behaving
oddly
even
before
she
dared
look
out
of
the
window
.
There
,
sure
enough
,
came
the
scarecrow
,
hopping
slowly
and
purposefully
down
the
center
of
the
street
.
The
rags
trailing
from
its
outstretched
arms
were
fewer
and
grayer
,
and
the
turnip
of
its
face
was
withered
into
a
look
of
determination
,
as
if
it
had
hopped
ever
since
Howl
hurled
it
away
,
until
at
last
it
had
hopped
its
way
back
.
Sophie
was
not
the
only
one
to
be
scared
.
The
few
people
about
that
early
were
running
away
from
the
scarecrow
as
hard
as
they
could
run
.
But
the
scarecrow
took
no
notice
and
hopped
on
.
Sophie
hid
her
face
from
it
.
“
We
’
re
not
here
!
”
she
told
it
in
a
fierce
whisper
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
we
’
re
here
!
You
can
’
t
find
us
.
Hop
away
fast
!
”
The
clump
,
clump
of
the
hopping
stick
slowed
as
the
scarecrow
neared
the
shop
.
Sophie
wanted
to
scream
for
Howl
,
but
all
she
seemed
to
be
able
to
do
was
to
go
on
repeating
,
“
We
’
re
not
here
.
Go
away
quickly
!
”
And
the
hop
-
hopping
speeded
up
,
just
as
she
told
it
to
,
and
the
scarecrow
hopped
its
way
past
the
shop
and
on
through
Market
Chipping
.
Sophie
thought
she
was
going
to
come
over
queer
.
But
she
seemed
just
to
have
been
holding
her
breath
.
She
took
a
deep
breath
and
felt
shaky
with
relief
.
If
the
scarecrow
came
back
,
she
could
send
it
away
again
.
Howl
had
gone
out
when
Sophie
went
into
the
castle
room
.
“
He
seemed
awfully
upset
,
”
Michael
said
.
Sophie
looked
at
the
door
.
The
knob
was
black
-
down
.
Not
that
upset
!
she
thought
.
Michael
went
out
too
,
to
Cesari
’
s
,
that
morning
,
as
Sophie
was
alone
in
the
shop
.
It
was
very
hot
.
The
flowers
wilted
in
spite
of
the
spells
,
and
very
few
people
seemed
to
want
to
buy
any
.
What
with
this
,
and
the
mandrake
root
,
and
the
scarecrow
,
all
Sophie
’
s
feelings
seemed
to
come
to
a
head
.
She
was
downright
miserable
.
“
It
may
be
the
curse
hovering
to
catch
up
with
Howl
,
”
she
sighed
to
the
flowers
,
“
but
I
think
it
’
s
being
the
eldest
,
really
.
Look
at
me
!
I
set
out
to
seek
my
fortune
and
I
end
up
exactly
where
I
started
,
and
old
as
the
hills
still
!
”
Here
the
dog
-
man
put
his
glossy
red
snout
round
the
door
to
the
yard
and
whined
.
Sophie
sighed
.
Never
an
hour
passed
without
the
creature
checking
up
on
her
.
“
Yes
,
I
’
m
still
here
,
”
she
said
.
“
Where
did
you
expect
me
to
be
?
”
