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The hound in the red jersey.
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"Brokensomething,Isuppose,"saidPeter,"butsheneedn’tbesosillyoverit.Motherneverrowsforaccidents.Listen!Yes,they’regoingupstairs.She’stakingMotheruptoshowher—thewater-jugwithstorksonit,Iexpectitis."
Bobbie,inthekitchen,hadcaughtholdofMother’shandasshesetdownthetea-things.
"Whatisit?"Motherasked.
ButBobbieonlysaid,"Comeupstairs,comeupwherenobodycanhearus."
WhenshehadgotMotheraloneinherroomshelockedthedoorandthenstoodquitestill,andquitewithoutwords.
Allthroughteashehadbeenthinkingofwhattosay;shehaddecidedthat"Iknowall,"or"Allisknowntome,"or"Theterriblesecretisasecretnolonger,"wouldbetheproperthing.ButnowthatsheandherMotherandthatawfulsheetofnewspaperwerealoneintheroomtogether,shefoundthatshecouldsaynothing.
SuddenlyshewenttoMotherandputherarmsroundherandbegantocryagain.Andstillshecouldfindnowords,only,"Oh,Mammy,oh,Mammy,oh,Mammy,"overandoveragain.
Motherheldherverycloseandwaited.
SuddenlyBobbiebrokeawayfromherandwenttoherbed.Fromunderhermattressshepulledoutthepapershehadhiddenthere,andhelditout,pointingtoherFather’snamewithafingerthatshook.
