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Show 66 Karl doubled his fist and raised it level with Francis X's nose. "Andy can say it if he wants to. You can't. Got that straight?" "I got it! I got it! Holy gee." Francis X backed away, then yelled, "Hunnie! See, Karl, I'm helping you find him. Hunnie! Where you at?" A half hour later, the three little Marys had joined the search, combing every yard and vacant lot between Pine Alley and Chestnut Street. The hill rang with calls of "Hunnie! Hunnie! Come home!" Karl was growing desperate with worry. Could his little brother have gone all the way down to the mill, to the dangerous railroad yard? How could Karl face his parents if they came home at ten o'clock and Hunnie was still missing? And where had Kathleen gone off to? Why was Karl having to make the frightening search all by himself, with only the help of the Culley children? After he'd checked every room in the house again -- Hunnie might have returned home and fallen asleep while Karl was out looking for him --he ran through the back yard and banged on the door of the woodshed for the fourth time, calling, "Hunnie!" in a voice hoarse from shouting. Then, on an impulse, he opened the door of the shed. Evening sunlight wedged through the door to fall on Hunnie's bare toes, Hunnie's hands clasped around his knees. "Hunnie!" Karl bellowed. "Why didn't you answer? Didn't you hear everyone calling you?" "I heard people calling Hunnie," the little boy replied. "That's not my name. My name's Henry." Furious, Karl yanked Hunnie to his feet, unbuttoned his short |
