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“
I
’
d
go
sailing
,
”
she
said
decidedly
:
“
and
I
’
d
steer
.
No
,
YOU
’
D
have
to
steer
,
and
I
’
d
sit
about
on
the
deck
.
No
,
I
wouldn
’
t
though
;
I
’
d
row
—
at
least
I
’
d
make
you
row
,
and
I
’
d
steer
.
And
then
we
’
d
—
Oh
,
no
!
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
we
’
d
do
!
We
’
d
just
sit
in
a
punt
and
dabble
!
”
“
Of
course
we
’
ll
do
just
what
you
like
,
”
I
said
hospitably
;
but
already
I
was
beginning
to
feel
my
liberty
of
action
somewhat
curtailed
by
this
exigent
visitor
I
had
so
rashly
admitted
into
my
sanctum
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
we
’
d
boat
at
all
,
”
she
finally
decided
.
“
It
’
s
always
so
WOBBLY
.
Where
do
you
come
to
next
?
”
“
You
go
up
the
steps
,
”
I
continued
,
“
and
in
at
the
door
,
and
the
very
first
place
you
come
to
is
the
Chocolate
-
room
!
”
She
brightened
up
at
this
,
and
I
heard
her
murmur
with
gusto
,
“
Chocolate
-
room
!
”
“
It
’
s
got
every
sort
of
chocolate
you
can
think
of
,
”
I
went
on
:
“
soft
chocolate
,
with
sticky
stuff
inside
,
white
and
pink
,
what
girls
like
;
and
hard
shiny
chocolate
,
that
cracks
when
you
bite
it
,
and
takes
such
a
nice
long
time
to
suck
!
”
“
I
like
the
soft
stuff
best
,
”
she
said
:
“
’
cos
you
can
eat
such
a
lot
more
of
it
!
”
This
was
to
me
a
new
aspect
of
the
chocolate
question
,
and
I
regarded
her
with
interest
and
some
respect
.
With
us
,
chocolate
was
none
too
common
a
thing
,
and
,
whenever
we
happened
to
come
by
any
,
we
resorted
to
the
quaintest
devices
in
order
to
make
it
last
out
.
Still
,
legends
had
reached
us
of
children
who
actually
had
,
from
time
to
time
,
as
much
chocolate
as
they
could
possibly
eat
;
and
here
,
apparently
,
was
one
of
them
.
“
You
can
have
all
the
creams
,
”
I
said
magnanimously
,
“
and
I
’
ll
eat
the
hard
sticks
,
’
cos
I
like
’
em
best
.
”
