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“
Oh
,
give
me
Rosa
!
”
cried
Charlotte
with
a
sort
of
gasp
.
And
when
Rosa
had
been
dragged
forth
,
quite
unmoved
apparently
,
placid
as
ever
in
her
moonfaced
contemplation
of
this
comedy
-
world
with
its
ups
and
downs
,
Charlotte
retired
with
her
to
the
window
-
seat
,
and
there
in
the
moonlight
the
two
exchanged
their
private
confidences
,
leaving
Harold
to
his
exploration
alone
.
“
Here
’
s
something
with
sharp
corners
,
”
said
Harold
,
presently
.
“
Must
be
Leotard
,
I
think
.
Better
let
HIM
go
.
”
“
Oh
,
yes
,
we
can
’
t
save
Leotard
,
”
assented
Charlotte
,
limply
.
Poor
old
Leotard
!
I
said
nothing
,
of
course
;
I
was
not
on
in
this
piece
.
But
,
surely
,
had
Leotard
heard
and
rightly
understood
all
that
was
going
on
above
him
,
he
must
have
sent
up
one
feeble
,
strangled
cry
,
one
faint
appeal
to
be
rescued
from
unfamiliar
little
Annies
and
retained
for
an
audience
certain
to
appreciate
and
never
unduly
critical
.
“
Now
I
’
ve
got
to
the
Noah
’
s
Ark
,
”
panted
Harold
,
still
groping
blindly
.
“
Try
and
shove
the
lid
back
a
bit
,
”
said
Charlotte
,
“
and
pull
out
a
dove
or
a
zebra
or
a
giraffe
if
there
’
s
one
handy
.
”
Harold
toiled
on
with
grunts
and
contortions
,
and
presently
produced
in
triumph
a
small
grey
elephant
and
a
large
beetle
with
a
red
stomach
.
“
They
’
re
jammed
in
too
tight
,
”
he
complained
.
“
Can
’
t
get
any
more
out
.
But
as
I
came
up
I
’
m
sure
I
felt
Potiphar
!
”
And
down
he
dived
again
.
Potiphar
was
a
finely
modelled
bull
with
a
suede
skin
,
rough
and
comfortable
and
warm
in
bed
.
He
was
my
own
special
joy
and
pride
,
and
I
thrilled
with
honest
emotion
when
Potiphar
emerged
to
light
once
more
,
stout
-
necked
and
stalwart
as
ever
.
