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"
Magic
?
"
"
Never
mind
,
boy
.
Here
’
s
the
steps
.
You
go
first
and
kick
any
invisible
strings
out
of
the
way
.
Ring
that
doorbell
,
but
pull
your
finger
off
quick
,
the
juice
’
ll
burn
you
to
a
cinder
!
"
Tom
did
not
touch
the
bell
.
"
Clara
Goodwater
!
"
Mrs
.
Brown
flicked
the
bell
button
with
her
iodined
finger
.
Far
away
in
the
cool
dim
empty
rooms
of
the
big
old
house
,
a
silver
bell
tinkled
and
faded
.
Tom
listened
.
Still
farther
away
there
was
a
stir
of
mouselike
running
.
A
shadow
,
perhaps
a
blowing
curtain
,
moved
in
a
distant
parlor
.
"
Hello
,
"
said
a
quiet
voice
.
And
quite
suddenly
Mrs
.
Goodwater
was
there
,
fresh
as
a
stick
of
peppermint
,
behind
the
screen
.
"
Why
,
hello
there
,
Tom
,
Elmira
.
What
—
"
