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“
Porthaven
Marshes
are
flatter
,
”
Michael
said
.
“
Can
we
?
Shooting
stars
go
awfully
fast
.
”
“
So
can
we
,
in
seven
-
league
boots
,
”
Sophie
pointed
out
.
Michael
sprang
up
,
full
of
relief
and
delight
.
“
I
think
you
’
ve
got
it
!
”
he
said
,
scrambling
for
the
boots
.
“
Let
’
s
go
and
try
.
”
They
went
out
into
the
street
in
Porthaven
.
It
was
a
bright
,
balmy
night
.
As
soon
as
they
had
reached
the
end
of
the
street
,
however
,
Michael
remembered
that
Sophie
had
been
ill
that
morning
and
began
worrying
about
the
effect
of
night
air
on
her
health
.
Sophie
told
him
not
to
be
silly
.
She
stumped
gamely
along
with
her
stick
until
they
left
the
lighted
windows
behind
and
the
night
became
wide
and
damp
and
chilly
.
The
marshes
smelled
of
salt
and
earth
.
The
sea
glittered
and
softly
swished
to
the
rear
.
Sophie
could
feel
,
more
than
see
,
the
miles
and
miles
of
flatness
stretching
away
in
front
of
them
.
What
she
could
see
were
bands
of
low
bluish
mist
and
pale
glimmers
of
marshy
pools
,
over
and
over
again
,
until
they
built
into
a
pale
line
where
the
sky
started
.
The
sky
was
everywhere
else
,
huger
still
.
The
Milky
Way
looked
like
a
band
of
mist
risen
from
the
marshes
,
and
the
keen
stars
twinkled
through
it
.
Michael
and
Sophie
stood
,
each
with
a
boot
ready
on
the
ground
in
front
of
them
,
waiting
for
one
of
the
stars
to
move
.
After
about
an
hour
Sophie
had
to
pretend
she
was
not
shivering
,
for
fear
of
worrying
Michael
.
Half
an
hour
later
Michael
said
,
“
May
is
not
the
right
time
of
the
year
.
August
or
November
is
best
.
”
Half
an
hour
after
that
,
he
said
in
a
worried
way
,
“
What
do
we
do
about
the
mandrake
root
?
”
“
Let
’
s
see
to
this
part
before
we
worry
about
that
,
”
Sophie
said
,
biting
her
teeth
together
while
she
spoke
,
for
fear
they
would
chatter
.
