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"
What
is
it
,
Lustig
?
"
"
Oh
,
sir
,
sir
,
what
I
see
—
"
said
Lustig
,
and
he
began
to
cry
.
His
fingers
came
up
,
twisting
and
shaking
,
and
his
face
was
all
wonder
and
joy
and
incredulity
.
He
sounded
as
if
at
any
moment
he
might
go
quite
insane
with
happiness
.
He
looked
down
the
street
and
began
to
run
,
stumbling
awkwardly
,
falling
,
picking
himself
up
,
and
running
on
.
"
Look
,
look
!
"
"
Don
’
t
let
him
get
away
!
"
The
captain
broke
into
a
run
.
Now
Lustig
was
running
swiftly
,
shouting
.
He
turned
into
a
yard
halfway
down
the
shady
street
and
leaped
up
upon
the
porch
of
a
large
green
house
with
an
iron
rooster
on
the
roof
.
He
was
beating
at
the
door
,
hollering
and
crying
,
when
Hinkston
and
the
captain
ran
up
behind
him
.
They
were
all
gasping
and
wheezing
,
exhausted
from
their
run
in
the
thin
air
.
"
Grandma
!
Grandpa
!
"
cried
Lustig
.
Two
old
people
stood
in
the
doorway
.
"
David
!
"
their
voices
piped
,
and
they
rushed
out
to
embrace
and
pat
him
on
the
back
and
move
around
him
.
"
David
,
oh
,
David
,
it
’
s
been
so
many
years
!
How
you
’
ve
grown
,
boy
;
how
big
you
are
,
boy
.
Oh
,
David
boy
,
how
are
you
?
"
"
Grandma
,
Grandpa
!
"
sobbed
David
Lustig
.
"
You
look
fine
,
fine
!
"
He
held
them
,
turned
them
,
kissed
them
,
hugged
them
,
cried
on
them
,
held
them
out
again
,
blinking
at
the
little
old
people
.
The
sun
was
in
the
sky
,
the
wind
blew
,
the
grass
was
green
,
the
screen
door
stood
wide
.
"
Come
in
,
boy
,
come
in
.
There
’
s
iced
tea
for
you
,
fresh
,
lots
of
it
!
"
