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The
log
parted
with
stunning
suddenness
,
and
at
the
same
moment
he
leaped
lithely
into
the
air
,
sensing
that
it
was
going
almost
before
the
axe
took
its
last
bite
.
As
the
wood
collapsed
inward
,
he
landed
off
to
one
side
,
smiling
;
but
it
was
not
a
happy
smile
.
He
turned
to
pick
up
a
new
axe
and
saw
his
sister
sitting
patiently
in
her
prim
nightgown
,
all
buttoned
up
and
buttoned
down
.
It
was
still
strange
to
see
her
hair
clustering
in
a
mass
of
short
ringlets
instead
of
done
up
in
its
customary
rags
,
but
he
decided
the
boyish
style
suited
her
,
and
wished
it
could
remain
so
.
Coming
over
to
her
,
he
squatted
down
with
his
axe
held
across
his
knees
.
"
How
did
you
get
out
,
you
little
twerp
?
"
"
I
climbed
through
the
window
after
Stu
was
asleep
.
"
"
If
you
do
n't
watch
out
,
you
'll
turn
into
a
tomboy
.
"
"
I
do
n't
mind
.
Playing
with
the
boys
is
better
than
playing
all
by
myself
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
is
.
"
He
sat
down
with
his
back
against
a
log
and
wearily
turned
his
head
toward
her
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
Meggie
?
"
"
Frank
,
you
're
not
really
going
away
,
are
you
?
"
She
put
her
hands
with
their
mangled
nails
down
on
his
thigh
and
stared
up
at
him
anxiously
,
her
mouth
open
because
her
nose
was
stuffed
full
from
fighting
tears
and
she
could
n't
breathe
through
it
very
well
.
"
I
might
be
,
Meggie
.
"
He
said
it
gently
.
"
Oh
,
Frank
,
you
ca
n't
!
Mum
and
I
need
you
!
Honestly
,
I
do
n't
know
what
we
'd
do
without
you
!
"
