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"
What
’
s
that
?
"
"
It
’
s
the
way
I
heard
it
when
Great
-
Aunt
Deborah
pronounced
Weltschmerz
.
"
"
What
’
s
that
?
"
"
A
goose
walking
over
your
grave
.
"
"
Oh
!
That
!
Well
,
don
’
t
get
it
.
I
guess
this
is
the
best
day
of
our
whole
lives
.
It
would
be
—
ungrateful
if
we
didn
’
t
know
it
.
Now
you
smile
and
chase
off
those
Welsh
rats
.
That
’
s
funny
,
Ethan
,
‘
Welsh
rats
.
’
You
pay
the
bill
.
I
’
ll
put
our
things
together
.
"
I
paid
our
bill
with
money
that
had
been
folded
in
a
tight
little
square
.
And
I
asked
Mr
.
Mole
,
"
Do
you
have
any
sparklers
left
at
the
gift
counter
?
"
"
I
think
so
.
I
’
ll
see
.
.
.
.
Here
they
are
.
How
many
do
you
want
?
"
"
All
you
have
,
"
I
said
.
"
Our
son
has
become
a
celebrity
.
"
"
Really
?
What
kind
?
"
"
There
’
s
only
one
kind
.
"
