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"
He
’
s
busy
.
"
She
slammed
the
door
again
.
This
time
the
knock
on
the
door
was
most
impertinently
loud
.
"
See
here
!
"
cried
the
man
when
the
door
was
thrust
open
again
.
He
jumped
in
as
if
to
surprise
her
.
"
This
is
no
way
to
treat
visitors
!
"
"
All
over
my
clean
floor
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Mud
!
Get
out
!
If
you
come
in
my
house
,
wash
your
boots
first
.
"
The
man
looked
in
dismay
at
his
muddy
boots
,
"
This
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
no
time
for
trivialities
.
I
think
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
should
be
celebrating
.
"
He
looked
at
her
for
a
long
time
,
as
if
looking
might
make
her
understand
.
"
If
you
’
ve
made
my
crystal
buns
fall
in
the
oven
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
I
’
ll
hit
you
with
a
piece
of
wood
!
"
She
peered
into
a
little
hot
oven
.
She
came
back
,
red
,
steamy
-
faced
.
Her
eyes
were
sharp
yellow
,
her
skin
was
soft
brown
,
she
was
thin
and
quick
as
an
insect
.
Her
voice
was
metallic
and
sharp
.
"
Wait
here
.
I
’
ll
see
if
I
can
let
you
have
a
moment
with
Mr
.
Ttt
.
What
was
your
business
?
"
The
man
swore
luridly
,
as
if
she
’
d
hit
his
hand
with
a
hammer
.
"
Tell
him
we
’
re
from
Earth
and
it
’
s
never
been
done
before
!
"
"
What
hasn
’
t
?
"
She
put
her
brown
hand
up
.
"
Never
mind
.
I
’
ll
be
back
.
"
The
sound
of
her
feet
fluttered
through
the
stone
house
.
