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The terrible secret.
Peterwaslookingtoodisagreeableandinsulting.
"Takethehorridrake,then,"wasthebestshecouldmanage.Andshesuddenlyletgoherholdonthehandle.Peterhadbeenholdingontoittoofirmlyandpullingly,andnowthatthepulltheotherwaywassuddenlystopped,hestaggeredandfelloverbackward,theteethoftherakebetweenhisfeet.
"Serveyouright,"saidBobbie,beforeshecouldstopherself.
Peterlaystillforhalfamoment—longenoughtofrightenBobbiealittle.Thenhefrightenedheralittlemore,forhesatup—screamedonce—turnedratherpale,andthenlaybackandbegantoshriek,faintlybutsteadily.Itsoundedexactlylikeapigbeingkilledaquarterofamileoff.
Motherputherheadoutofthewindow,anditwasn’thalfaminuteafterthatshewasinthegardenkneelingbythesideofPeter,whoneverforaninstantceasedtosqueal.
"Whathappened,Bobbie?"Motherasked.
"Itwastherake,"saidPhyllis."Peterwaspullingatit,sowasBobbie,andsheletgoandhewentover."
"Stopthatnoise,Peter,"saidMother."Come.Stopatonce."
Peterusedupwhatbreathhehadleftinalastsquealandstopped.
