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Show 102 all last night," Hilde answered. "Neither did I," said Trude. Ulrich said, "I didn't either. I had some pains in my belly but they weren't bad enough to keep me awake. I don't know why I couldn't sleep." "Probably because you were a pig and ate too much sweets," Trude chided him. "I did not. I only ate one sweetmeat, just like everyone else." "Did you sleep, Geist?" Hilde asked me. I shook my head. "Isn't that odd, that all of us were wide awake all night? It must have something to do with the lightning," Trude said. "Maybe the lightning was really Saint Elmo's fire. Mother says that makes people strange of mood. But I don't feel the least bit tired today, do you?" Hilde and Ulrich agreed that they weren't at all tired, but Ulrich added, "Geist looks wrung out like a rag, and he didn't even dance last night." "I wonder when Gast will play again," Trude said. "Isn't it fine to have a town musician once more?" Their talk was making my head ache. Never had I heard them chatter so much when they came to buy bread, nor talk so fast. I was glad when they left the shop. Hilde went on prattling at a great rate, and finally to get away from the sound I walked out of the bakery. I circled around to the trash midden pretending to throw away a few stale crusts, but actually looking at it carefully to see whether anyone would notice that |