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I Fall into Captivity

           Whowantsaprotector?IamsureIdon’twantaprotector.JipcanprotectmeagreatdealbetterthanMissMurdstone,can’tyou,Jip,dear?’

           Heonlywinkedlazily,whenshekissedhisballofahead.

           ‘Papacallshermyconfidentialfriend,butIamsuresheisnosuchthingisshe,Jip?Wearenotgoingtoconfideinanysuchcrosspeople,JipandI.Wemeantobestowourconfidencewherewelike,andtofindoutourownfriends,insteadofhavingthemfoundoutforusdon’twe,Jip?’

           Jipmadeacomfortablenoise,inanswer,alittlelikeatea-kettlewhenitsings.Asforme,everywordwasanewheapoffetters,rivetedabovethelast.

           ‘Itisveryhard,becausewehavenotakindMama,thatwearetohave,instead,asulky,gloomyoldthinglikeMissMurdstone,alwaysfollowingusaboutisn’tit,Jip?Nevermind,Jip.Wewon’tbeconfidential,andwe’llmakeourselvesashappyaswecaninspiteofher,andwe’llteaseher,andnotpleaseherwon’twe,Jip?’

           Ifithadlastedanylonger,IthinkImusthavegonedownonmykneesonthegravel,withtheprobabilitybeforemeofgrazingthem,andofbeingpresentlyejectedfromthepremisesbesides.But,bygoodfortunethegreenhousewasnotfaroff,andthesewordsbroughtustoit.

           Itcontainedquiteashowofbeautifulgeraniums.

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