SSSHHH! FORM A CIRCLE, HOLD HANDS! he commanded. nd curmudgeonly-a cranky, short-haired type in his corduroys and tweeds, eccentric only in his political te At first I thought he meant the Christmas wrapping paper, but then I realized that he had made the actual present. He said he was worried that the acid rain-from the United States-was starting to kill the lake, beginning, as it always does (he said), with the bottom of the food chain.
COME ON, WE GOTTA GO, he said to me, pulling the back of my shirt. Hester shrugged. I get to hide him first. ere was no sign of him at Salem Street, either-I began to think he had taken the Swasey Parkway out of town.
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