When they were in England, Billy and Janey lived with Helen and Rupert and muttered vaguely about househunting. Whether she’ll be so amused by a star on the wagon, I doubt. ”“Are you sure?” said Suzy in amazement. ”“My namesake?” asked Helen, bewildered.
”“No one else? Are you sure you didn’t go out or into the garden?”“I’ve been here all afternoon. Then I found Rupert and Driffield killing themselves at the bottom of the stairs. Inside the lorry they could see Humpty’s three horses, with the resplendent Porky Boy on the outside, coat gleaming like a conker. “I want it,” said a besotted teenager, rushing forward.
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