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"
He
wo
n't
suffer
,
you
know
,
"
comforted
Phil
,
but
Anne
had
fled
.
The
fatal
deed
was
done
in
the
back
porch
.
Nobody
went
near
it
that
day
.
But
at
dusk
Phil
declared
that
Rusty
must
be
buried
.
"
Pris
and
Stella
must
dig
his
grave
in
the
orchard
,
"
declared
Phil
,
"
and
Anne
must
come
with
me
to
lift
the
box
off
.
That
's
the
part
I
always
hate
.
"
The
two
conspirators
tip-toed
reluctantly
to
the
back
porch
.
Phil
gingerly
lifted
the
stone
she
had
put
on
the
box
.
Suddenly
,
faint
but
distinct
,
sounded
an
unmistakable
mew
under
the
box
.
"
He
--
he
is
n't
dead
,
"
gasped
Anne
,
sitting
blankly
down
on
the
kitchen
doorstep
.
"
He
must
be
,
"
said
Phil
incredulously
.
Another
tiny
mew
proved
that
he
was
n't
.
The
two
girls
stared
at
each
other
.
"
What
will
we
do
?
"
questioned
Anne
.
"
Why
in
the
world
do
n't
you
come
?
"
demanded
Stella
,
appearing
in
the
doorway
.
"
We
've
got
the
grave
ready
.
'
What
silent
still
and
silent
all
?
"'
she
quoted
teasingly
.
