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“Hot dog!” said Dippy “Teach me to do it!” He danced around as if I was a miracle

“I don’t” I started to say

“Did you get the Throw-Your-Voice book for a diic Coot one of those tin ventriloquist contraptions in your mouth?”

“Y-yes,” I lied, for I wanted hi, I’ll tell you about it later”

“Swell,?

?? he said “Give ether, and from time to time the Woman screamed

“Boy,” said Dippy “You’d think she was right underfoot You’re wonderful, Maggie” Then he said, “What’s her name?”

“Who?”

“The Screa Woman You must have a name for her”

“Oh, sure” I thought a er and she’s a rich old woman, ninety-six years old, and she was buried by a man named Spike, who counterfeited ten-dollar bills”

“Yes, sir,” said Dippy

“And there’s hidden treasure buried with her, and I, I’asped, digging excitedly

Dippy rave robber, too?” He had a better idea “Let’s pretend it’s the Princess Oyptian queen, covered with diamonds!”

We kept digging and I thought, oh, ill rescue her, ill If only we keep on!

“Hey, I just got an idea,” said Dippy And he ran off and got a piece of cardboard He scribbled on it with crayon