’Yes，yes，’saidLoveday；andtheydescendedintothegarden。

　　Heretheyturnedoversundryflatstonesandkilledtheslugsshelteredbeneaththemfromthecomingheatoftheday，talkingofslugsinalltheirbranches——ofthebrownandtheblack，ofthetoughandthetender，ofthereasonwhythereweresomanyinthegardenthatyear，ofthecomingtimewhenthegrass-walksharbouringthemweretobetakenupandgravellaid，andoftherelativelyexterminatorymeritsofapairofscissorsandtheheeloftheshoe。

　　Atlastthemillersaid，’Well，really，Bob，I’mhungry；wemustbeginwithouther。’

　　Theywereabouttogoin，whenDavidappearedwithhasteinhismotions，hiseyeswiderverticallythancrosswise，andhischeeksnearlyallgone。

　　’Maister，I’vebeentocallher；andas’adidn’tspeakIrapped，andas’adidn’tanswerIkicked，andnotbeinglatchedthedooropened，and——she’sgone！’

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