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“What do you suspect?” I encouraged

The woman looked wretched, as wretched as a face made out of broken clocks and breastplates can look “I suspect,” she whirred tentatively, “that they live in castles Beyond that it is hard to say”

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wer is like a castle,” I said Sleeve rolled her eyes

“I a woman “It does not have a Prince inside or outside, and there is no portcullis or moat or chapel Many castles have towers, but a tower is not a castle all by itself”

“I am sure I do not wish to live in a castle, then It sounds vile,” I answered “And what in the world is a Prince?”

Hour brightened “If you would like to know I can explain about prierly

“There are no castles handy,” chirped Sleeve hurriedly, “so I think we shall have to seek elsewhere Do not worry! At least you will not have to ask the squid They are ghastly”

“I a at the shoulders “I will try to have the right answer, if you will come back later”

I put ht; I don’t know, either But spiders are funny and deters, and must be treated carefully”

“Yes,” she said “It is the same with clocks”

We left the strange little shop, and Sleeve seeh, windy peak of the highest tower in the city “Is this a castle?” I asked

“Certainly not,” puffed the spider

And that is how Ias fire unchecked, but pretty enough to make me bashful They nuzzled Sleeve in a very unbirdlike fashion, their wo in joy