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"
Why
didn
’
t
we
stab
him
with
our
darning
needles
!
"
"
Shh
!
Listen
.
"
Someone
knocked
on
the
front
door
downstairs
.
After
a
time
the
knocking
stopped
.
They
saw
a
woman
cross
the
yard
and
enter
the
house
next
door
.
"
Only
Lavinia
Nebbs
,
come
with
an
empty
cup
,
to
borrow
sugar
,
I
guess
.
"
"
Hold
me
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
"
They
shut
their
eyes
.
The
memory
-
play
began
again
.
An
old
straw
hat
on
an
iron
trunk
was
suddenly
flourished
,
it
seemed
,
by
the
man
from
Gumport
Falls
.
"
Thanks
,
I
will
have
some
iced
tea
.
"
You
could
hear
the
cool
liquid
shock
his
stomach
,
in
the
silence
.
Then
he
turned
his
gaze
upon
the
old
ladies
like
a
doctor
with
a
small
light
,
looking
into
their
eyes
and
nostrils
and
mouths
.
"
Ladies
,
I
know
you
’
re
both
vigorous
.
You
look
it
.
Eighty
years
"
-
he
snapped
his
fingers
—
"
mean
nothing
to
you
!
But
there
are
times
,
mind
,
when
you
’
re
so
busy
,
busy
,
you
need
a
friend
indeed
,
a
friend
in
need
,
and
that
is
the
two
-
seater
Green
Machine
.
"
He
fixed
his
bright
,
stuffed
-
fox
,
green
-
glass
-
eyed
gaze
upon
that
wonderful
merchandise
.
It
stood
,
smelling
new
,
in
the
hot
sunlight
,
waiting
for
them
,
a
parlor
chair
comfortably
put
to
wheels
.
"
Quiet
as
a
swan
’
s
feather
.
"
They
felt
him
breathe
softly
in
their
faces
.
"
Listen
.
"
They
listened
.
"
The
storage
batteries
are
fully
charged
and
ready
now
!
Listen
!
Not
a
tremor
,
not
a
sound
.
Electric
,
ladies
.
You
recharge
it
every
night
in
your
garage
.
"
