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           Ifindithoveringinthedining-room,skulkingintheparlor,hidinginthehall,lyinginwaitformeonthestairs. 

           Itgetsintomyhair. 

           EvenwhenIgotoride,ifIturnmyheadsuddenlyandsurpriseit—thereisthatsmell! 

           Suchapeculiarodor,too! Ihavespenthoursintryingtoanalyzeit,tofindwhatitsmelledlike. 

           Itisnotbad—atfirst,andverygentle,butquitethesubtlest,mostenduringodorIevermet. 

           Inthisdampweatheritisawful,Iwakeupinthenightandfindithangingoverme. 

           Itusedtodisturbmeatfirst. Ithoughtseriouslyofburningthehouse—toreachthesmell. 

           ButnowIamusedtoit. TheonlythingIcanthinkofthatitislikeistheCOLORofthepaper!Ayellowsmell. 

           Thereisaveryfunnymarkonthiswall,lowdown,nearthemopboard. Astreakthatrunsroundtheroom. Itgoesbehindeverypieceoffurniture,exceptthebed,along,straight,evenSMOOCH,asifithadbeenrubbedoverandover. 

           Iwonderhowitwasdoneandwhodidit,andwhattheydiditfor. Roundandroundandround—roundandroundandround—itmakesmedizzy! 

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           Ireallyhavediscoveredsomethingatlast.