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XII. A Jonah Day

           Hiramused,underherveryeyes.

           “Joseph,”saidAnnequietly,“bringthatparcelhere.”

           Joe,startledandabashed,obeyed.Hewasafaturchinwhoalwaysblushedandstutteredwhenhewasfrightened.NeverdidanybodylookmoreguiltythanpoorJoeatthatmoment.

           “Throwitintothefire,”saidAnne.

           Joelookedveryblank.

           “P...p...p...lease,m...m...miss,”hebegan.

           “DoasItellyou,Joseph,withoutanywordsaboutit.”

           “B...b...butm...m...miss...th...th...they’re...”gaspedJoeindesperation.

           “Joseph,areyougoingtoobeymeorareyouNOT?”saidAnne.

           Abolderandmoreself-possessedladthanJoeSloanewouldhavebeenoverawedbyhertoneandthedangerousflashofhereyes.ThiswasanewAnnewhomnoneofherpupilshadeverseenbefore.Joe,withanagonizedglanceatSt.Clair,wenttothestove,openedthebig,squarefrontdoor,andthrewtheblueandwhiteparcelin,beforeSt.Clair,whohadsprungtohisfeet,couldutteraword.Thenhedodgedbackjustintime.

           ForafewmomentstheterrifiedoccupantsofAvonleaschooldidnotknowwhetheritwasanearthquakeoravolcanicexplosionthathadoccurred.TheinnocentlookingparcelwhichAnnehadrashlysupposedtocontainMrs.Hiram’snutcakesreallyheldanassortmentoffirecrackersandpinwheelsforwhichWarrenSloanehadsenttotownbySt.ClairDonnell’sfatherthedaybefore,intendingtohaveabirthdaycelebrationthatevening.

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