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He
knew
it
first
when
walking
downtown
.
Tom
grabbed
his
arm
and
pointed
gasping
,
at
the
dimestore
window
.
They
stood
there
unable
to
move
because
of
the
things
from
another
world
displayed
so
neatly
,
so
innocently
,
so
frighteningly
,
there
.
"
Pencils
,
Doug
,
ten
thousand
pencils
!
"
"
Oh
,
my
gosh
!
"
"
Nickel
tablets
,
dime
tablets
,
notebooks
,
erasers
,
water
colors
,
rulers
,
compasses
,
a
hundred
thousand
of
them
!
"
"
Don
’
t
look
.
Maybe
it
’
s
just
a
mirage
.
"
"
No
,
"
moaned
Tom
in
despair
.
"
School
.
School
straight
on
ahead
!
Why
,
why
do
dime
stores
show
things
like
that
in
windows
before
summer
’
s
even
over
!
Ruin
half
the
vacation
!
"
They
walked
on
home
and
found
Grandfather
alone
on
the
sere
,
bald
-
spotted
lawn
,
plucking
the
last
few
dandelions
.
They
worked
with
him
silently
for
a
time
and
then
Douglas
,
bent
in
his
own
shadow
,
said
:
"
Tom
,
if
this
year
’
s
gone
like
this
,
what
will
next
year
be
,
better
or
worse
?
"
"
Don
’
t
ask
me
.
"
Tom
blew
a
tune
on
a
dandelion
stem
.
"
I
didn
’
t
make
the
world
.
"
He
thought
about
it
.
"
Though
some
days
I
feel
like
I
did
.
"
He
spat
happily
.
"
I
got
a
hunch
,
"
said
Douglas
.
