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Jubal
felt
as
if
,
were
he
just
a
little
taller
,
he
could
see
the
elephants
,
past
the
excited
crowd
.
Yet
there
was
no
crowd
.
"
Dawn
told
me
to
give
you
a
kiss
for
her
;
she
’
ll
be
busy
for
the
next
three
hours
,
about
.
And
Mike
is
busy
,
too
–
he
went
back
into
withdrawal
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
"
Don
’
t
sound
so
disappointed
;
he
’
ll
be
free
soon
.
He
’
s
making
a
special
effort
so
that
he
will
be
free
on
your
account
?
and
to
let
all
of
us
be
free
,
too
.
Duke
spent
all
night
scouring
the
city
for
the
high
-
speed
tape
recorders
we
use
for
the
dictionary
and
now
we
’
ve
got
everybody
who
can
possibly
do
it
being
jammed
full
of
Martian
phonic
symbols
and
then
Mike
will
be
through
and
can
visit
.
Dawn
has
just
started
dictating
;
I
finished
one
session
,
ducked
out
to
say
good
-
morning
to
you
?
and
am
about
to
go
back
and
get
poured
full
of
my
last
part
of
the
chore
,
so
I
’
ll
be
gone
just
a
little
longer
than
Dawn
will
be
.
And
here
’
s
Dawn
’
s
kiss
–
the
first
one
was
just
from
me
.
"
She
put
her
arms
around
his
neck
and
again
put
her
mouth
greedily
to
his
–
at
last
said
,
"
My
goodness
!
Why
did
we
wait
so
long
?
‘
Bye
for
a
little
!
"
Jubal
found
a
sparse
few
in
the
big
dining
room
.
Duke
looked
up
,
smiled
and
waved
,
went
back
to
hearty
eating
.
He
did
not
look
as
if
he
had
been
up
all
night
–
nor
had
he
;
he
had
been
up
two
nights
.
Becky
Vesey
looked
around
when
Duke
waved
and
said
happily
,
"
Hi
,
you
old
goat
!
"
–
grabbed
his
ear
,
pulled
him
down
,
and
whispered
into
it
:
"
I
’
ve
known
it
all
along
–
but
why
weren
’
t
you
around
to
console
me
when
the
Professor
died
?
"
She
added
aloud
,
"
Sit
down
here
beside
me
and
we
’
ll
get
some
food
into
you
while
you
tell
me
what
devilment
you
’
ve
been
plotting
lately
.
"
"
Just
a
moment
,
Becky
.
"
Jubal
went
around
the
table
.
"
Hi
,
Skipper
.
Good
trip
?
"
"
No
trouble
.
It
’
s
becoming
a
milk
run
.
I
don
’
t
believe
you
’
ve
ever
met
Mrs
.
van
Tromp
.
My
dear
,
the
founder
of
this
feast
,
the
one
and
only
Jubal
Harshaw
–
two
of
him
would
be
too
many
.
"
