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Show 135 something to him. He evidently said something funny because she threw back her head and then said something in return, putting a hand on his wrist, and they both laughed. She would suffer for that. The man continued down the steps and she ran back up them and disappeared inside, returning a few minutes later to stand on the step second from the top, a hand on her hip, the image of puzzlement. She turned and paced to the end of the step, swinging her basket at her side, spun around and paced back the other way. and stopped short when she saw him. She tilted her head, paused, and then ran down the steps and across the lawn toward him. She ran clumsily, he was happy to notice. "Blending into the old shrubbery, there, are we?" she said. "Two rabbits, six geese and a mole are in this picture," he said. "Can you find them?" He had meant to include a boy with an umbrella too, but was afraid it would have sounded rehearsed. She sat down beside him and rubbed her cheek against his beard. "Why, there's the mole now," she said. She knew she had been seen. That was a guilty sign. "Wrong. That's the hedgehog." She laid a hand on his wrist. "Perhaps the mole is hiding till after dark?" She rarely talked dirty. That was a guilty sign too. He looked at her hand on his wrist and tried to think of something smart to say about other people's wrist germs, but she would pretend not to understand, and he hated to give her that advantage. He contented himself with looking grim and stood up, startling her. "I guess that does it for moles and hedgehogs, then?" she said. He started off across the lawn, listening closely. "If you'd wait I'd like to come with you," she called. He stopped and stared at the clump of dandelion at the edge of the brick sidewalk just |