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           ’Where’she?’

           ’He’snotcoming.’

           Connie’sfacewasrunningwithtearsasshegotintothecarwithherlittlebag.Hildasnatchedupthemotoringhelmetwiththedisfiguringgoggles.

           ’Putiton!’shesaid.AndConniepulledonthedisguise,thenthelongmotoringcoat,andshesatdown,agogglinginhuman,unrecognizablecreature.Hildastartedthecarwithabusinesslikemotion.Theyheavedoutofthelane,andwereawaydowntheroad.Conniehadlookedround,buttherewasnosightofhim.Away!Away!Shesatinbittertears.Thepartinghadcomesosuddenly,sounexpectedly.Itwaslikedeath.

           ’Thankgoodnessyou’llbeawayfromhimforsometime!’saidHilda,turningtoavoidCrosshillvillage.