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"
Yes
’
m
"
said
Tom
.
"
If
,
that
is
,
"
said
Elmira
,
"
I
can
live
through
the
night
with
this
lady
making
wax
dummies
of
me
—
shoving
rusty
needles
through
the
very
heart
and
soul
of
them
.
If
you
find
a
great
big
fig
in
my
bed
all
shriveled
up
come
sunrise
,
Tom
,
you
’
ll
know
who
picked
the
fruit
in
the
vineyard
.
And
look
to
see
Mrs
.
Goodwater
president
till
she
’
s
a
hundred
and
ninety
-
five
years
old
.
"
"
Why
,
lady
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Goodwater
,
"
I
’
m
three
hundred
and
five
now
.
Used
to
call
me
SHE
in
the
old
days
.
"
She
poked
her
fingers
at
the
street
.
"
Abracadabra
-
zimmity
-
ZAM
!
How
’
s
that
?
"
Elmira
ran
down
off
the
porch
.
"
Tomorrow
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Till
then
,
lady
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Goodwater
.
Tom
followed
Elmira
,
shrugging
and
kicking
ants
off
the
sidewalk
as
he
went
.
Running
across
a
driveway
,
Elmira
screamed
.
"
Mrs
.
Brown
!
"
cried
Tom
.
A
car
backing
out
of
a
garage
ran
right
over
Elmira
’
s
right
big
toe
.
