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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I'm not afraid of the cat," Hortense declared. "And then there's the other one," said Highboy. "He's worse still. He's round, and bright, and hard, with sharp points all over a terrible fellow." "Is he the 'ha'nt, as Aunt Esmerelda calls it?" Hortense asked. Highboy knew nothing about that.
"Save your wrath," she said. "I have so much I don't need to save it," said Malay Kris. "The more I spend, the more I have." Nevertheless he came obediently enough, and Hortense and Highboy and Malay Kris climbed to the attic, went through the trapdoor, and hid in the little room.
Andy and Malay Kris finally made a rope by tying together table covers and sheets and, throwing the end of this over the edge of the jar, at last succeeded in pulling Highboy and Lowboy to the top. From this they dropped safely to the floor. "Now we must hurry," said Hortense, and away they went.
"It's me," said Andy, and soon he joined them. "Why do we wait here?" Malay Kris demanded. "How can you be sure any one will come?" "We can't be sure, of course," Hortense said, "but it's likely because it's a secret place. We want to see who it is that goes with Jeremiah. Highboy has seen him but doesn't know his name. He's all shiny, and prickly, and hard."
At the tenth, Highboy remarked that thirteen would be all he would want. "I'll break my top off or lose a handle," said he, "but it's a nice game." "What's happening to me?" asked Lowboy, after taking a bite of his thirteenth. "Don't eat any more," Hortense warned him. "How could I?" asked Lowboy. "I'm not a storeroom or a wardrobe trunk!
Halfway across the living-room the doctor had come to a pause before the mahogany highboy. "Yes, 'that'!" The whimsical smile in the doctor's eyes showed that he was not unappreciative of the scorn in Susan's voice. "By George, it IS a beauty! I've got one myself, but it doesn't compare with that, for a minute. H-m!
The girl accepted the chair Peter offered and continued to look about. "I hope you don't mind my staring, Peter," she said. "I stared when I first came here to stay," assisted Peter, who was getting a little more like himself, even if a little uneasier at the consequences of this visit. "Is that a highboy?" She nodded nervously at the piece of furniture. "I've seen pictures of them." "Uh huh.
He looked so funny in his knee trousers and broad white collar with its big bow tie, exactly like a great overgrown boy, that Hortense laughed out loud. "If you laugh at me, I won't go," said Highboy in a mournful voice. "I beg your pardon," said Hortense. "It was rude of me. But you should wear long trousers you know! You are too big to wear such things as these."
"No, I won't," Hortense replied, "not if you'll try to look and talk a bit cheerful." "That's easy to say," said Highboy, "but you don't have to stay in this room day and night with nobody to talk to. It gets on my nerves." "I'll talk to you," said Hortense, "but you should cultivate a cheerful disposition. I like bright people."
Hortense and Andy were too depressed to enjoy jokes, and Highboy, with tears streaming down his cheeks, was composing a poem bidding a sad farewell to home and friends. Hortense could hear him trying rhymes to find one which would fit "home, moan, bone, lone." "Those don't rhyme," said Hortense irritably. "It must end with m, not n." "But so few good words end in m," Highboy protested.
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