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           Iwantedmybreakfast.Iwantmyteanow.Tellnurse,Medlock.”

           Dr.Cravendidnotstayverylong.HetalkedtothenurseforafewminuteswhenshecameintotheroomandsaidafewwordsofwarningtoColin.Hemustnottalktoomuch;hemustnotforgetthathewasill;hemustnotforgetthathewasveryeasilytired.Marythoughtthatthereseemedtobeanumberofuncomfortablethingshewasnottoforget.

           Colinlookedfretfulandkepthisstrangeblack-lashedeyesfixedonDr.Craven’sface.

           “Iwanttoforgetit,”hesaidatlast.“Shemakesmeforgetit.ThatiswhyIwanther.”

           Dr.Cravendidnotlookhappywhenhelefttheroom.Hegaveapuzzledglanceatthelittlegirlsittingonthelargestool.Shehadbecomeastiff,silentchildagainassoonasheenteredandhecouldnotseewhattheattractionwas.Theboyactuallydidlookbrighter,however—andhesighedratherheavilyashewentdownthecorridor.

           “TheyarealwayswantingmetoeatthingswhenIdon’twantto,”saidColin,asthenursebroughtintheteaandputitonthetablebythesofa.“Now,ifyou’lleatIwill.Thosemuffinslooksoniceandhot.TellmeaboutRajahs.”