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"
Horrible
thing
!
"
she
repeated
.
"
Is
it
dead
now
?
"
I
was
about
to
assure
her
that
it
was
,
when
it
began
to
rattle
the
little
sticks
against
its
stem
,
just
as
the
one
at
Steeple
Honey
had
done
.
As
then
,
I
gave
it
the
other
barrel
to
shut
it
up
.
"
Yes
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
dead
now
.
"
We
walked
across
to
the
little
boy
.
The
scarlet
slash
of
the
sting
was
vivid
on
his
pale
cheek
.
It
must
have
happened
some
hours
before
.
She
knelt
beside
him
.
"
It
isn
’
t
any
good
,
"
I
told
her
gently
.
She
looked
up
,
fresh
tears
in
her
eyes
.
"
Is
Tommy
dead
too
?
"
I
squatted
down
beside
her
and
shook
my
head
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
he
is
.
"
After
a
while
she
said
:
"
Poor
Tommy
!
will
we
bury
him
—
like
the
puppies
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
told
her
.
