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"Yes," answered Sara, "and we are going to pretend a party."
In Mr. Eager's mouth it resembled nothing so much as an acid whistling fountain which played ever higher and higher, and quicker and quicker, and more and more shrilly, till abruptly it was turned off with a click.
Habitations, fences, domesticated animals, men, women, children, and the soil that bore them--all worn out.
There was a picture of the earth on the first page of his geography: a big ball in the middle of clouds.
