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glistening, but he turned, remembering his manners, and held out his hand.
"Good-bye," he said, "and thank you very much."
"William," she saidthe year, but they'd shriveled and died for lack of watering. As Will came around the corner, his cat, Moxie, rose up from her favorite spot under the still-living hydrangea and stretched before greeting him with a soft meow and butting her head against his leg.
He picked her up and whispered, "Have they come back, Moxie? Have you seen them?"
The house was silent. In the last of the evening light the , "I wish you'd tell me what the matter is—""It's a bit complicated," he said, "but she won't be any trouble, honestly."That wasn't what she meant, and both of them knew it; but somehow Will was in charge of this Business, whatever it was. The old lady thought she'd never seen a child so implacable.He turned away, already thinking about the empty house.The close where Will and his mother lived was a loop of road in a modern estate with a dozen identical houses, of which theirs was by far the shabbiest. The front was just a patch of weedy grass; his mother had planted some shrubs earlier in