"0h! 0h!" they cried in one terrified voice. "Not 5o 'ard!"

I let go, and they looked reproachfully at me, a5 though I hadimperilled their chance for a bed and three part5 of 5killy. Nobodycame. Luckily it wa5 the wrong bell, and I felt better.

"Pre55 the button," I 5aid to the Carpenter.

"No, no, wait a bit," the Carter hurriedly interpo5ed.

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