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Show -42- nothing to hurt you there!" "Oh, yes there is!" cried the hobo. "Sometimes there are earthquakes, and - and I would probably be swallowed up completely! The haystack is the best place for my fire!" Sandy finished the second hot dog and toasted her marshmallow. "Please come on out here and sit with me," she pleaded. "I won't hurt you'.' "Are you sure?" he quavered, sticking his head out of the hay. "Of course. I wouldn't hurt a flea." "But I'm not a flea. Will you hurt me if I'm not a flea?" This made Sandy double up with laughter, aid the hobo ducked back into the hay. "What's the matter now?" asked the Ghild. "Y-you laughed. That's contagious. If I start to laugh, I'm likely to die laughing, and - and I'm afraid to die!" "Oh, I'm sorry," said Sandy soberly. "I'll try not to laugh anymore." She finished her marshmallow and stood up. "Thank you very much. I'll leave now. You had better smother the fire!" "Please don't leave me!" pleaded the hobo. "I'm afraid to be alone!" "But you were alone before I came!" said Sandy. "Well, now that you're here, I'll be afraid if you go. Please take me with you!" "Okay, but only if you put out the fire.'" "Will you put it out? I might catch fire!" Sandy smothered the fire and then turned toward the haystack. |