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           “There’salwaysthesamefolksinthebrownhouse,”hesaidwithhisvaguegrin.

           “They’refromupyourway,ain’tthey?”

           “Theirname’sthesameasmine,”herejoineduncertainly.

           Charitystillheldhimwithresoluteeyes.“Seehere,Iwanttogotheresomedayandtakeagentlemanwithmethat’sboardingwithus.He’supinthesepartsdrawingpictures.”

           Shedidnotoffertoexplainthisstatement.ItwastoofarbeyondLiffHyatt’slimitationsfortheattempttobeworthmaking.“Hewantstoseethebrownhouse,andgoalloverit,”shepursued.

           Liffwasstillrunninghisfingersperplexedlythroughhisshockofstraw-coloredhair.“Isitafellowfromthecity?”heasked.

           “Yes.Hedrawspicturesofthings.He’sdowntherenowdrawingtheBonnerhouse.”Shepointedtoachimneyjustvisibleoverthedipofthepasturebelowthewood.

           “TheBonnerhouse?”Liffechoedincredulously.

           “Yes.Youwon’tunderstand—anditdon’tmatter.AllIsayis:he’sgoingtotheHyatts’inadayortwo.”

           Lifflookedmoreandmoreperplexed.“Bashisuglysometimesintheafternoons.”

           Shethrewherheadback,hereyesfullonHyatt’s.“I’mcomingtoo:youtellhim.”

           “Theywon’tnoneofthemtroubleyou,theHyattswon’t.Whatd’youwantatakeastrangerwithyouthough?”

           “I’vetoldyou,haven’tI?You’vegottotellBashHyatt.”

           Helookedawayatthebluemountainsonthehorizon;thenhisgazedroppedtothechimney-topbelowthepasture.

           “He’sdowntherenow?”

           “Yes.

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